I went on a field trip with Noah's class today. We sat together on the bus, and a little girl joined us. She was quite chatty. She was a close-talker. Which was great because she goes, "my voice sounds funny because I have a sore throat." Also, every neighborhood we passed she knew someone that lived there. That's my old babysitter's. She had a waterbed.
I wanted to keep her. I wanted to keep them all.
Fourth grade. The turning point. It was for me and still is for kids today. In the art museum there were some Impressionist pieces with female nudity. I watched the boys shuffle and whisper to their friends. And just guess when they got to pick one painting to write about where they chose to sit?
Also tonight, in Target I needed shaving gel and the boys asked what it was for and I said for shaving my legs and then Noah covered his mouth while gigglewhispering to Carter something something shave legs hehehe. I was wondering when this was going to start.
Then, in the car, he said what's under there? And I said under where?
Yep, it's started.