Zack started 2nd grade yesterday and was all smiles when he got home. This morning, however, he was subdued and said he had a stomach ache.
I know my child. This was 99.9% a stress stomach ache.
I also know my child well enough to not nag him into telling me what it's about. After one, "Are you nervous?" I let it lie. We watched some cartoons together, had breakfast, had conversation about other things.
On the way to school, he brought it up himself.
"Mom," he said, "I'm worried. My teacher has a poster in her room with multiplication and division on it. I don't think I can do that."
I answered breezily, "Oh, you're good with math, you'll learn it in a snap."
Zack responded, VERY seriously and contemplatively, "Wellllll. I think it might take TWO snaps for division."
And this is why I love my boy so very, very much.