The first day of school - or the second. Getting off the bus. I haven't heard whether he gets to move to a smaller class or not - but he has told me every day that No, he didn't get to read for the teacher today. I'm not sure whether to be the pushy mom asking the teacher why it hasn't or when it will happen. Kind of have that fatalist attitude that whatever decision has been made and whatever I do won't make a difference.
Here's the after picture of Alan's "new" bike:And the before - where from a distance you can't tell it's pink and purple - but he rode it anyway because I told them twice around the block would earn them a popsicle!
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