We had officially lived in this house for two years. Silver was four years old and honestly? We were living our best lives for not much had happened in those two years except for Silver moving from crayons to pencils and starting his potty training. But that was about it.
It was a simple life and I enjoyed it.
Well. Except for today of course. Today was Silver's first day of preschool and I was terrified.
Not for Silver but for the other children. The havoc Silver could raise.
I shook my head.
"Silver. You promise you'll be a good boy?" I asked him before we left.
"Yes mama. I promise." Silver said truthfully.
"Well then begone." Shadow huffed.
I shot Shadow a glare before walking Silver to the Emerson Preschool.
"Now. Play nice. Okay?" I ordered.
Silver just grinned at me and nodded.
I could already tell that this wasn't going to end well.
I sighed before heading home. I was going to miss my little troublemaker.
