those crazy potters

"Moooooom," Terran giggles. "I'm not a baby, I'm a kid!" He lets loose a laugh that tells me he's pretty sure he just cracked the joke of the century. Then he stares at me, "You get it?"

You are growing up. You are no longer the infant I held in my arms, or the toddler I kept from falling. You have even outgrown the designation of preschooler. I get it, because you see, this school year will bring us quite a few changes in addition to the daily adventure of kindergarten.

You came home after the first day of school and told me about your day. You told me about playing outside, drinking chocolate milk, and talking to some boys. "What did you talk to the boys about?" I asked.

"Girls," you said and in the same breath pointed out the airplane flying overhead.