"We can’t have him beeping all day in class," I said.

It’s like I’m Anakin Skywalker sending R2D2 to his first day of android school.

"Yeah," Maeve mumbled, her mouth full of Cheerios.

"It would be distracting to everyone in the class."

I fumbled with Charlie’s pump settings, trying to figure out how to turn off the beeping from the low reservoir. I never could figure it out, though I did get it to vibrate momentarily.

"Ooh," Charlie said.

"Do that again."

Did I mention there’s a kid with type 1 who just entered kindergarten at the school?

Apparently, everything is just peachy keen. Susanne had heard that they don’t really have too many problems with highs or lows. So …

No problems with highs or lows? Can that be? It also doesn’t appear that the parents have the school on a constant code red threat level like we did when Charlie started kindergarten. I'm not judging, I'm just amazed that everything can be so under control. When Charlie started kindergarten, his presence turned that school upside down. It could be because we scared the hell out of them with talk of glucagon and when to call 911. I do wonder how the little girl is doing.

"Are we not smart enough for diabetes?" Susanne asked me last week.

I paused for a moment, calculating our combined high school SAT scores in my head.

"Well …"