My Third Grader…For a Few More Hours

Occasionally, the boy doesn’t fight the camera. It’s rare, but it’s been known to happen. And when he doesn’t stick out his tongue, or yawn, or try to look like a really mean James Dean, he can look pretty stinking cute.

And now, I’m sure that you’ll excuse me for not writing too terribly much tonight, because I’m going to go sit somewhere with a box of Kleenexes and make frightfully loud wailing noises.

The boy is going to wrap up third grade tomorrow, and Mama is having some emotions.

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