Recently, I've been using my son's old sneakers to take the dogs out.
His old sneakers, because his new ones are too big for me.
I can also snitch his fleeces and even his snow pants.
Weird on so many levels.
Not the least of which is my having the body of a 12/14 year old boy.
Something interesting that hit me after my son's conferences this week,
a round robin through all his middle school teachers,
was the differing interpretations of his work by his teachers. It was like a tale of two kids.
While he's got all As and Bs, one set of reports had him as a straight A student,
an all around 'good kid,' and an active class participant.
The other set of teachers complained of a late homework or that he hadn't gotten a test signed by me.
It occurred to me later that the split was very obviously (and to me surprisingly) male/female.
This is the first year he's had any male teachers, and I guess I'm glad he has so many?