At Shark Boy's school they do fake birthdays for the kids with summer birthdays, so they get to have a day to bring snacks and have their classmates sing to them. Today was Shark's fake 7th birthday.
I came with Star Wars cupcakes, which were a big hit. I got some cute pictures but they all have other people's kids in them so they can't go up here.* But Mrs. B took this one of me and my baby(NOhecan'tbeseven)!
On the way home from school Shark said he didn't want to graduate to second grade. He looked very sad about the whole thing. I asked why and he gave that classic kid answer:
Ok, I can play that. I said,
"Cause why? All your friends will be going to second grade with you."
"Not everyone is going. I want to stay in first grade," he told me.
"Who isn't going?"
He cast his eyes down, glanced up at me all trembly, and looked down again.
"Oh," I said. "Mrs. B. isn't going. You want to stay with her?"
As sad as he was about it, I was really happy that he has someone who has been so attentive, so caring, and so special to him.
A good teacher is a precious thing in a child's life. I'm glad he'll miss her so much. (And she'll only be right next door.)
I cannot believe first grade is nearly over. Second grade sounds so "big." I will probably cry with him.
Do my braces clash with that necklace? Like it matters. My last appointment came and went with no mention of prying those suckers off, and I didn't ask. Know why? The appointment started with the orthodontist taking a metal file and sliding it up and down and up and down between my two front teeth. You know, to shave them a little and make a smidgen of room there. You don't ask many questions after something like that because you are trying not to faint.
*T's Mom said I could show his cute little face here.