Tim's first day of school

Here is my third grader, my big third grade boy. Man, that makes me sad. He's so old, which means I am super old. But mostly my little boy is growing up and as wonderful as that is, it makes me sad too. I cried. I'm a big baby I know. But Seth cheered me up greatly about lunch time. He is so funny. He came into the kitchen at lunch time (several hours after he helped drop off his brother) yelling "Tim! Tim where is your dinosaur Tim!" I said, "Tim's at school bud." He most adamatly told me, "No he not." I said, "Yeah, he is, remember we took him to school." He growled, "No! He not!" I said, "Fine, then where is Tim?" He said, "Tim upstairs." I told him, "Then go find him." Seth went up the stairs yelling the whole way, "Tim!!" He yelled for his brother for probably a good three minutes. Then he came down and yelled at me saying, "Mom! Tim not upstairs! Tim at school!"