How do I have an 8 year old? I mean, I know how time works, in that it keeps going, like it or not. And I'm definitely the in the camp of not liking it.
We move into a different group now at school. She's no longer with the K-2 activity group. She's entered into the realm of the big kids at school.
We've had our clothes picked out, our school supplies ready, and today we spent the morning reviewing the check list, packing the backpack (or as E called it, the winner of the heaviest backpack competition). We signed all of the consents and rule contracts and paperwork.
And then, like they've done for so many days, over the last 3 years, she and her daddy and the dog gleefully hopped in the car and took off.
To third grade.
Come on, time. Give me a break.
