L: “Why is it cooler at a higher elevation if we’re closer to the sun?’
L: “How did I go from breathing fluid to breathing air? I don’t get the whole birth process. I don’t have gills, right?”
Me: “I’ll get back to you on those questions…”
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Let’s Head Back to First Grade
First Grade Girl: “What type of mascara does L use?”
Me: “He doesn’t wear any mascara.”
FGG: “Then how do you explain those eyelashes?”
Me: “He stood in line twice for those.”
Past Tense-First Day of Kindergarten
L-“I’m not nervous. I’m not nervous. I’m totally comfortable. I’m really excited. I’m just so not nervous.”
Teacher during K initiation, circle time:
“Does anyone have any feelings or thoughts he or she would like to share?
L-“Yes, I’m really, really nervous.”
Teacher: “Thank you for sharing that. Does anyone else feel that way?”
Many, many hands instantly fly upward. OF COURSE. Everyone’s petrified. Including me.
Seven Past, Eight Now
I documented L’s last evening as a seven year old. I took treats to his class the next day. His school has a great tradition of asking if anyone would like to share something they appreciate about the birthday kid. Some of the responses:
“L is a great friend and is always by my side when I need him.”
“L is my best friend.”
“If anyone ever needs any help, L’s there.”
“L is really, really funny.”
“I love how creative he is. He’s helping me learn to draw.”
“L taught me more than I ever knew about gas masks.” (Said by his teacher.)
Modeling… The End of the Line
Let’s say 2006, maybe 2007…
Looks like fun.
Not shown: Having a mini pumpkin tossed to you about 57,000 times. Anything for a laugh, right? Or, moreover, a shot. THE shot.
We’re done with this now.
Tiger Beat dreams are dashed. As they should be.
He was born talking.
Finally getting to this. It’s been on my to-do list for 7 years, 11 months and 12 days. I’m not big into the whole “time flies” thing. But it does manage to sneak by if you’re not keeping track.
L was born talking. I’m not saying he was speaking in iambic pentameter, but the fellow was babbling. As in, “baaa baaa baaa.” The slap on the behind followed by a yowl did not happen.
Foreshadowing, indeed.
Man, it’s bright out here.
My Kid Wears A Gas Mask 