When Did I Become THAT Parent?
Yesterday Maddie had a neighborhood friend
over to play in the back yard for a bit after school. Though she
lives on our street, the little girl is a grade ahead of Maddie and
plays a ton of sports after school, so we haven’t seen her
much this year.
When she walked through our back gate yesterday, I saw a shy and
gawky second grader.
“Hey, Anna, how are you?” I smiled at her from my pile
of weeds.
“Good,” she said, looking around.
Silence.
“So, how are you enjoying second
grade? Is it harder than first grade?”
“I guess,” she said, casting about desperately for
Maddie.
“Um, do you like your teacher?” I asked in one last
attempt at a conversation.
Shrug. “Yeah, she’s ok.”
Silence.
“Maddie’s over around the side of the house,” I
finally said, and she ran off in relief.
When did I become the old fogey who asks stupid questions?
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