You might think he’s interested in the dog…he’s not.
It’s the metal part of the collar fascinating him. This is the way he brain words, noticing the small, tiny details.
He doesn’t see tree in the forest, or the panoramic view of the forest skyline. He sees the tiny bugs at the foot of the tree.
He is like a train passenger watching the scenery unfold on a long-distance trip–and he has a voracious appetite for adventure.
We went to the Pet Store, Toy Store, McDonalds, the park, Target, and he was angling to visit the girls…our neighbors we climb over a brick wall to visit.
If it were a terrorist act, I overhead a waitress say the other day, they would have let the world know.
In other words, they would have bragged about it.
And, while I was in mid-thought writing a blog post, I started thinking about my son and how proud I am of him acclimating to a new school setting.
Yesterday, it was Portfolio Day at his school. We had a picnic on the grass and pointed out two girls on the playground who were his friends.
Then he ran off to the playground and traversed from one piece of playground equipment to another –with brief interactions with his peers.
He tagged another kid and was chased. He climbed on top of the sphere-shaped monkey bars. He chatted briefly with a boy.
And then he led us his classroom and walked right in, unaffected by all the parents and kids.
His school had become his new second home and, yes, I am proud of my son.
He does his homework every night, and his teacher said he completes all his work and he is a pleasure to have in class.