First in Line

With the end of school and beginning of summer, I’ve gotten behind on a lot of things. Here’s a scrapbook page that I just finished. The text reads:

Jack loves to be first in line for kindergarten drop off. That means leaving the house at noon and waiting until the doors open at 12:35. None of us are willing to do that … except DadDad. We don’t really know what they do to pass the time there in front of the door — chat and listen to the radio, I think. To celebrate the year-end, DadDad made a special trip so Jack could be first in line one last time.