This is the obligatory first-day-of-school portrait of my headstrong preschooler who is making me a liar when I tell people that they should fear the age of three the most. That was true with Leta and a lot of other kids I know. But this one? Four is turning out to be a total back breaker. All the evil of the age of three but with the increased skill and cunning of a four-year-old. She is relentless and obstinate so much more physical about it than her sister ever was. She doesn’t hug. She head butts. I wish all the luck in the world to her teachers and should probably warn them not to trust a single word that comes out of her mouth. And no, that wasn’t a real hand her sister saw in the woods.