Now that the Big Kid's in 4th grade, he's too old and cool for everything. It's been strongly hinted that I shouldn't touch him at all in public. It's been suggested that maybe it's unnecessary for me to run up to the bus excitedly in the afternoons, that I could wait calmly in our yard. And he's officially too old for notes in his lunchbox.
So I settle for fist bumps, and waiting for him to come to me, and printing comics out for his lunch box.
Here's the one I included yesterday:
(Just in case anyone's wondering how he got so weird.)
Haha, at least people will know how exactly he got so awesome.
This is hilarious!
Can you come to my house and be my mom?
Too weird? Too soon? Don't care.
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