Luca's first day at school - August 2011

Strathburn Primary's youngest pupil (he's still only 4 and a half y'know) began his school life today.



Breakfast time. Tuck that shirt in boy.



By the time we'd reached the car he'd been kissed and cuddled to a point of submission. "He's not a baby any more", "I can't believe he's a schoolboy now", and various other sentimental parent-esque banalities.



Simon Cowell asked for his trousers back.



His Mum actually asked to be in this photo. Seriously. Even Luca was shocked.

So I took two. Snow in the Sahara is more common.

He looked so small in the playground, but took to his surroundings immediately and began his search for other fun-minded kids. His parents became invisible to him.

Until Dad was needed again natch. While we were chatting to other parents and waiting for the teachers to arrive outside, Luca joined some other children in climbing the various apparatus around the play-yard. "Dad!" he called from atop a steep wooden structure. We waved to him.

2 minutes later the call came again. "Dad!" We waved again. "Dad, come here" he called out.

I wandered over. "Hi Luca, are you having fun?". "Dad, help me down" he whispered, "I'm stuck". He'd been too proud to shout his predicament across the busy playground and had instead waited patiently, contemplating his situation and flashing carefree smiles at anyone who walked past.

His teacher is called Mrs Cocker. I know.

Finally the children were lined up, and Luca led his Primary 1 class inside. Did he cry? No. Did he even look back? Of course not.

We expect him to have moved out by the time he's 7.

**Useless fact of the day - The first schools were set up by the ancient Greeks and Chinese**