We went to parent night tonight. It won't be our last (and I think the teachers are equally excited at the prospect of two more), but it's hard to believe Nathaniel is almost done with preschool.
He sang and danced his little heart out... well, at least I'm pretty sure he did. He definitely did for the last two songs, which is when we could see him. My boy is not what you'd call "tall," so you can always find him in the front row.
Except that tonight the 3/4 class stood in front of the 4/5 class. And yes, the little girl in front of him was taller.
His teacher asked us afterward if we could see him. I admitted we could once the little class joined their parents. She laughed and apologized.
"I am so sorry! I tried to make eye contact with him at one point and I was like, 'Where IS Nathaniel?'"
Yup. That's my boy. He already thinks he's big stuff. Never mind that he's barely 3.5 feet tall.
And in a few short months, he'll be off to kindergarten. On a bus. All day. Where I will have no idea what he is doing and learning, but I'm sure I'll hear about lunch and recess.
Where there will probably be lots of little girls taller than him.