Today I took my daughter to her school for a “meet the new principal” picnic.

Watching the social interactions between these second-grade kids was hysterical, and brought back so many memories.

There was “The Boy,” who chases the girls. The girls pretend to hate it. The boys pretend to hate the girls. One minute, I saw him “taking Drue prisoner,” holding her hands behind her back and a minute later he was doubled over, after she kicked him, ahem, where it counts. One minute after that, he was taking her prisoner again, and she spun around to ask “do you like me?” UHHHHHH!

There was the girl who broke her leg this summer, hobbling around on crutches. Wasn’t there always one kid who came back injured after summer vacation?

I was stunned by the giant front choppers in the mouths of still small faces. I heard moms talking about starting “braces funds.” (Is this really happening?)

As families left, kids said “I’ll see you next week!” Others replied “You will?” I don’t think they really get it that summer is all but over.

I know I don’t. Only 1.5 weeks left with the SuperManny. I am in denial.

Summer isn’t the only thing that goes fast. They grow UP too fast!

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