Sunday, November 7, 2010
The second moment came with the Boy.
His kindergarten teacher had sent home a homework game involving flashcards -- half a dozen or so words the Boy will be tested on in a couple of weeks. Every card dad flashed, in different order, over several tries, the Boy recognized; he knew each word by sight. Late Blooming Dad was teary-eyed.
When I picked the kids up on Friday and said we were going to the school's Book Fair, they broke into a run to get there. I had to limit them to three books each.
Yesterday, the Boy was insistent on a trip to the "liberry."
So we are on the cusp, my friends.
It's going to be a whole new world around here soon.
One of nights in the not too far distant future, I'm going to have to tell each of them, "Turn off your flashlights and go to bed already!" "Just five more minutes!" they'll beg. Because they can't wait to find out ... how will Alice get back up the rabbit hole? Will the Grinch actually steal Christmas? Is Severus Snape a good guy or a bad guy? Will Frodo destroy the rings? And a million other questions that simply MUST be answered.
I can hardly wait.