Hubby had the day off today, and decided to sleep in and hang out with bruiser, while I got up early and took genius to school. Usually genius relishes any alone-time with mommy, and today was no exception. He was feeling a little anxious, and wouldn't let go of my hand after I took him outside for recess.
He tells me, "Hey Mom, let me show you around!"
(It's not like I've seen the playground a dozen or more times).
Sensing his anxiety, I go out with him and "hang out."
He starts with some sort of climber thingie: "MOM, look, no HERE - see the bridge???" I have to contort my body to see where he is, "THIS IS MY FAVORITE!!"
Then, he gets off of that contraption, and starts running towards the big play area, where the "big kids" are congregating. Just as we reach this mecca, a boy from genius' class runs up to him and says in a very determined way, "Genius, you HAVE to help me with THESE GIRLS (said with disdain)."
Genius takes one look and him and says, "I don't want you." and continues on his tour.
He shows me how he can navigate the monkey bars, and starts to explain how to use the slide, when a teacher blows a whistle for them to line up.
I stand next to him when he is in line and the most exciting thing happens. A first grader loses a baby tooth! Excitement breaks out within the troops; the little girl is offered congratulations, advice, and the teacher tells her she has a special box for the tooth.
My son leans over to her and says, "Now your grown-up tooth will come in."
How did he know that?
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