Chris and I met with Aidan’s kindergarten teacher for his parent/teacher conference this morning. There is something strange about sitting in those itty bitty school chairs at a table strewn with gold glitter across from a teacher. I felt like the kid, instead of the responsible parent. Even Chris made a joke when the teacher referred to us as Mr. and Mrs. and our last names. It still feels awkward for us.
Thankfully, all is well with Aidan and kindergarten. He aced his testing and was described as the “shining star” of the class. Yes, I know I am falling dangerously into bragging mommy territory, but I can't help myself. I also want to document this occasion just in case it all starts to go down from here and I am bailing him out of jail at the age of sixteen and he has left his advanced placement courses for a very rigorous program at the local vocational school. (Not that there is anything wrong with that. Okay, well, there is with the whole jail part, but you get what I’m saying.)
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