After my boxing class, I can hardly move today. This is a Bee day (Grandsons in charge), and I have promised the four year old that he can ride his bike to the park. This means I run beside him really fast since the training wheels came off last week. I feel like Rocky in training. It's too bad someone won't be filming and putting us on YouTube. It could remind people of the "I think I can, I think I can" refrain made famous by Puff and Toot.
We are in the last few days of school for both boys. This is not a school day for the younger one. The seven year old is about to finish first grade and informed me yesterday that he does "homework" for seven hours each day. He has a math test today over addition and subtraction facts and a spelling test Friday with 30 words. First grade has to be one of the hardest grades to teach. He has learned so much this year and changed a lot in the process. He just seems so grown up to me now.
I asked the seven year old what he would think if I returned to teaching and taught second grade at his school next year. My little Johnny Depp lunchbox could be pressed into service. He tried to play it cool, but I could tell he would prefer to keep me in the grandbee roll. On that note, I'd better take a little Advil and get rolling.
