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First Day of School

Anybody else

been scrolling social media and admiring other parents' first day of school picks, with their smiling children holding a sign announcing it is their first day of whatever grades, and then think, oh crap, I usually do that too?  Anybody?  Anybody?

So I made some.  

My kiddos are starting first and third, but I went ahead and made all the grades.  You can download the zipped files and print what you need.  Enjoy!








While your here, why not grab some lunch box notes too?

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