"I just can't wait until Charlie and I can go to Kindergarten together," Will said in the car on the way home yesterday.
"Well, you guys won't be in Kindergarten at the same time," Scott said. "When Charlie's in Kindergarten, you'll be in 3rd grade."
"WHAT?!? Third grade? Third grade is HARD! You have to do math and science and ex-spear-ments. I can't do all that! Third grade is too much work!"
We tried to find out who had scared the love of learning right out of him but he couldn't recall.
The whole conversation did bring to mind that old song we used to sing ...
Kindergarten babies.
First grade tots.
Second grade angels.
Third grade snots.
Fourth grade peaches.
Fifth grade plums.
All the rest
are dirty bums.
No doubt Will's new-found fear was inspired by a third-grade snot.
Of course, I am a bit protective of my Kindergarten baby.
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