He’s knobby knees and sharp elbows. He watches Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings and Doctor Who instead of Thomas, Peppa Pig and Super Why. In the car, he sits next to me in a booster seat instead of in a car seat in the back. We listen to the news, and he asks me to explain things like “hush money,” “witch hunt,” “flipping,” “stabbed in the back,” and “human punching bag.” I should probably change the station.
He is so tall, yet he cried when his bean plant died. He is both afraid of and in awe of his two kitty cat sisters.
He wants me to read to him still.
He is 9, and today he started the 4th grade. We are in a bit in shock. When did he get so big? Where did the time go? I can feel time’s inexorable march, but it is bittersweet. Right now, he still loves kisses and hugs, but conditions have begun to occur. Not at drop-offs. Or in front of friends. But at night, we can still hug and give kisses. Mostly.
Happy 1st day of 4th grade. Fingers crossed for a good year.