He’s in fourth grade. FOURTH. No longer little kiddish. He’s upstairs, in the Big Kids hall. And so far he likes his teacher. But thankfully, because he’s such a good student, his teachers have always liked him (which I thought was very smart on their part).
He’s always played chase/tag at recess, boys pitted against the girls or vice versa depending on how you look at it. He looks older, taller, and entirely new in a that-isn’t-the-little-boy-I-used-to-sing-to-sleep-every-night kind of way. Is there some sort of time warp going on here I don’t know about? He gets older, grows and grows, and I just stay the same? (hey now…)
Fourth grade. Really? WOW.