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.)