The Batson's last day of Pre-K was yesterday, and I can't believe how quickly it went. It seems like just yesterday I was dropping him off at the school bus and then sprinting around town in the pouring rain because they put him on the wrong bleeping bus home. So right now, I'm one of those annoying proud mama types. If you think this is bad, you should have seen me the day he came home and exclaimed, "I'm a writer now, just like my mom!"
Of course, he followed that up with a Mother's Day gift in which he listed a bunch of facts about me. Apparently, I know everything about writing, and I'm as pretty as an owl. I guess I should stop turning my head around backwards in front of him.
So now, he's a big Kindergartner, and his greatest worry is that his girlfriend will forget him over the summer. Yeah, girlfriend. He proposed to her already. She went home and asked her mother if she could marry someone shorter than her. Apparently, the answer was yes, because now they hold hands on the bus.
His solution to the whole summer romance problem is that he should buy her a present, because that will help assure that she won't forget him. And he asks me what he should buy her. I think this might be a mistake. I may know EVERYTHING there is to know about writing, and I may be owlishly gorgeous, but I am not typical when it comes to the giving of the gifts. I think stuffed zombies and ninja bobbleheads are the pinnacle of kewl. The best gift I've ever received was a potato. I'm not the person you want to be asking about romantic gift givery.
Of course, she did ask for a lightsaber for her birthday, so maybe this is a match made in heaven after all. We can fight evil together, and then we'll all go out for potatoes.