I went to Ethan's parent teacher conference today. Fortunately I have nothing sensational to report. I mean, this post would be more "gripping" if I told you that she said Ethan was the most out of control Kindergartner she's ever taught, or if she told me she had sent his test scores to the "Nation Genius Institute". You would all be interested if I told you that she thought he was musical prodigy or something - I mean, now that would be something to blog about. But nope, this will not be that kind of post.
He's doing great, pretty quiet and shy, but well behaved and a good student.
But that little conference was so surreal. I felt like a 6 year old in her mom's clothes pretending to be a "grownup." I just kept thinking, "Is this really happening. " I mean, it's official, if it wasn't before it is now, I am GROWN. I am a "grown up." I am old. I feel like a need to go take a vitamin or drink an Ensure or something! My knees hurt!