Separate Cameras

Curiousity and obligation were two reasons I showed up for the first time at Cj's school last week. I am opposed to ex-hubster's idea of sending Cj to school at 3 years of age. If he had his way Cj would have started school at 2. "It's your game, dude. You play it all by yourself," was my quiet annoyance at what's happening. So it has been mainly ex alone involved. As Cj turned 5, I began warming up to taking part in our scholar's activities. When he told me that Cj and his classmates would dance especially for moms, I finally decided, 'ok that's my game now, I'm coming.'

The top of the main school building was ablaze with the peeping afternoon sun when I arrived

During the performance, I chose to take it all in rather than work the camera. After the dance the kids posed once more. Cj, far left, was all shyness

We proceeded to a nearby Tesco for a late lunch at MK Restaurant

The little dancer is a picky eater; plays with his chopsticks. His main course is milk still

Ex-hubster picked up the bill and without further ado we parted ways, back to our separate lives. Did you just hear Phil Collins? Lol. Oh, it's so typical, love (read: divorce) leads to isolation.... We did sit side by side for awhile. When Cj appeared on stage we flew apart, and documented our little fellow's moment separately.

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