The Baby started high school today, with his oversized shirt (just like most of the other Year 7s) and slightly scruffy long hair (also just like most of the other Year 7s). There was a bit of nervousness, excitement, trepidation and fear of the unknown. And that was just ME.
He also managed to catch the bus home, all by himself, without his big brother to supervise him.
I suppose that means that he's officially NOT a baby any more. But do I care? Nup. He's still The Baby to me.