The kids had their first day of school in their new town this week. I needn’t have worried; they’re resilient and likable, and immediately clicked with new classmates. The Girl, entering sixth grade, was excited to have Drama Club, Model UN, and STEM Club as options. (As a veteran of Model UN, I’ll admit to some parental pride on that one. To this day, I can’t hear “point of information?” without flashing back.) The Boy has already joined the marching band, and is planning to join cross-country for the fall and basketball for the winter.
I had to smile at the difference between the first-day reports, though. The Girl, eleven, gave a twenty-minute play-by-play, with details, names, and impressions. The Boy, fourteen, just smiled and said that someone farted in Biology. He considered that a full report.
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