Tomorrow morning we will go and meet Timmy's third grade teacher at school, then on Wednesday he will join his classmates for the first full day of third grade. How did this happen? Doesn't he still look like this:
Or something like this:
Or a little bit like this:
I'm afraid since he's been going to school these past three years he's grown up. It is like we drop him off and then we pick him up and he's older... and taller... and hungrier! What are they DOING to my baby?
I'd stop sending him to school and keep him at home where I could be sure he stays exactly the same... except that we HAD him at home this summer and I think he got even older, grew even taller, and ate even more! I guess it is time to go back to school, after all. Tomorrow I'll take a picture of him next to his flaming hot, funny as heck, uber-smart daddy and you'll see just how big my baby has gotten. Somehow, though, I think he'll always be just like this to me:
Carla Ritz. Proof positive that God uses cracked pots!