This is my darling 3rd grader.
This is my 6th grader. He's the one who always wants to have a good time at school. Seriously, those are his exact words.
The big, bad 8th grader. He's neither big nor bad. But he is a substantial teenage pain in the rear. And always hungry.
Here's hoping I can tolerate the public education system for another year.
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