It's here again.  The first day of school.  Anna started first grade today, and Holly starts her last year of preschool.  Anna hasn't talked about school much, or seemed very interested in back-to-school talk.  But this morning it was obvious that she was indeed paying attention to the importance of the day.  She walked into my bedroom already dressed in her favorite dress and holding a pair of pink ribbon hair clips that she wanted me to put in her hair.  She normally shuns all sorts of hair adornments, so I knew this was a big deal day for her to have asked for those. Jason was a bit more upbeat, and less nostalgic, than I was about the whole occasion. She was pretty somber walking into school.  No chit-chat.  No answers to our questions.  She was all very business-like.  We got to her classroom, and she sailed right in, but still shot this look back to me and said "Come on Mom.  We need to go in."  It's rare that I see this pensive, almost worried, look on Anna's face...makes my heart skip a beat. This year brings a more sophisticated classroom decoration (I guess first grade is supposed to be more academic?) and an official table-chair for each kid with their names on them.  Kudos to all the grade school teachers out there!  You all put an awful lot of work into setting up your classrooms each year...thanks! And so the kids drew some pictures to start the morning off.  Anna drew this really nice picture of a horse (kinda boxy horse) in a field. And, then Jason and I saw the "other kid" from her class last year.  Here's his picture of a cat getting hit by a bolt of lightning.  Great, great.  Is this a boy thing?  Cause all we ever see are bunnies, princesses, and flowers.  Shock, death, and black crayons never happen in our house.  I'm baffled. and a picture for grandma