Or, in Charlie's case, just 'to' school because today was the first day in the next fourteen or so years of the eponymous hero's life and things, as they say, won't ever be the same again.
For a start, in spite of our best laid plans, the blog - and my life as a stay-at-home dad - goes on. And why not? I'm not about the change the URL but there's still a deal of bringing up to do and if my own return to the classroom has been postponed thanks to Eloise well, so be it. I'm in no hurry; I quite like it.
But it's undoubtedly the end of an era and it was with rather mixed emotions that we did the first of many school-runs this morning. I still find myself mentally planning things (trips to the park, potential days out) as if we've got the Monday-Friday freedom we've enjoyed for the past few years; old habits die hard, even if they're only relatively recent ones and changes of routine take time to become what you expect when you wake up in the morning.
I also find myself looking back at the last four years with a mixture of pride and a slight tinge of regret. There was much, much more I thought I'd do with Charlie before he started school; there have been many unexpected bonuses along the way, too. It's certainly been a privilege and mostly been a pleasure. But it's also been hard work. I'd never pretend otherwise.
From today we're on a different path and I'm making no predictions for the next three years. Who knows where this particular path will lead? (I'll give you a clue, though... it begins with 's'!)