August 31, 2010 § 2 Comments
My son will be starting high school exactly one year from now.
It seems like only yesterday I whipped the camera out and took a photo of him in his new school uniform and wonky specs, all toothless grins and excited bounces.
And now it’s his last primary school year.
He goes back tomorrow, and I’m just about to go out and buy some new school shoes for himself and Daughter. He seems quite excited to be starting his very last year at primary, but that’s probably only because he’ll be one of the oldest (but probably still the smallest) in the whole school.
I overheard this conversation the other day, which proved my point:
Son: Is Year 6 easy?
Daughter: Yeah, why?
Son: Well, I wanted to know if the work is hard.
Daughter: No, it isn’t. It’s way easy.
Daughter: Are you excited?
Then again, he did hide Henry the Hoover in his room under his desk for no specific reason, and left a bowl of moulding lettuce on the desk.
Surely he isn’t THAT mature…