parent-teacher

Walking down the path after getting off the big yellow bus, he's so cool. We talk about what he learned. He sings me a new song. Tells me what they did in gym class. Someone got a nose bleed. He giggles. Thanks me for the yummy lunch even though he did not eat the celery sticks only the carrot sticks, just because.

There's a little table with his name on it, a cubbyhole for his indoor shoes, INGLIS written on the heels in sharpie pen.

He is my baby. I'm pleasantly confused.