But my goodness I love this kid.
Instead of checking out chapter books at the library, he is always coming up with these crazy subjects he wants to read about: Tanks. Stamps. World War II Battleships. Volcanic Disasters. Oil Spills. Bats.
He told me the other day he wanted to make sure he got Morganne's teacher from 3rd grade. She is this pretty redhead that is so sweet to him.
When I asked him why, he just blushed but quickly defended himself saying she is "the best 3rd grade teacher!"
Of course if I asked him what lizard that was he was holding, he'd go on for 15 minutes....
He was my hugger - loved to give me hugs and kisses - now he is way too cool for that......
I get it. It's not cool. That's ok.
I look at him and think in amazement how quickly it has all gone by. He was my giggly boy who would love to let me read a story to him. Now he is this brainiac who can't form complete sentances. Soon, he will be ignoring me completely and eating me out of house and home.
So this summer, I need to get on his level - ride bikes with him. play wii with him. talk lizards and tanks with him.