Apr 1 2009
School's out, but love's in the air
Now that school's over, Nathan announced that he's no longer a kindergartner, but a first grader. Obviously, he's very excited about entering the numbered grades with the big kids. BMOC (big man on campus) indeed!
"So Nathan," I ask, "who do you want for a teacher next year? Mrs. B or Mrs. V?"
"Oh, I want to be in Mrs. B's room," he replies.
"Why do you want to be in Mrs. B's class?" I ask.
"Oh moooooooom!" Nathan replies, grinning like a goofball.
"Is it because Mrs. B is Mae's mom and she's always visiting the classroom?" I ask, teasing him.
Nathan refuses to answer me and instead blushes at the mention of Mae, his 12-year-old babysitter and the object of his affections.
Personally, I don't mind who Nathan ends up with since both teachers are terrific. But I'm a bit concerned if he's assigned to Mrs. B. Don't get me wrong, she's an amazing teacher. Instead, I'm worried that Nathan will turn into a drooling, doofus-brained zombie every time Mae enters the classroom to visit and help her mom.
My son, the love-sick first grader.