Thoughtful Husband and Huck were away on a Cub Scout camping trip this weekend, so I had Tom all to myself for two days. We went to his favorite local restaurant for dinner Saturday night and indulged in burgers, onion rings, and milkshakes. We talked about school, early memories of childhood, and his twelfth birthday, later this week.
Now, at almost twelve, he is 5 feet, 5 inches tall and wears a men’s size 12 shoe. Yep. He’s going to be a tall guy. I am convinced he’ll have passed my not insubstantial five feet eight inches in another year’s time.
And, for the record, so as not embarrass him, I would just like to add that he doesn’t wear footie pajamas anymore.
Much to my dismay. 🙂
Enough mother-son reveries. Back to the story at hand.
While we were at dinner, he reminded me that Monday (today) is a school holiday. I can’t think of what holiday May 3 could possibly be, but there must be a teacher in-service day or something like that.
As a result, I’m setting aside my plans to work today.
I’m going to do something fun with Tom and Huck before I look up from my books again and they are all grown up.
See you in the stacks!