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Or dusting cobwebs off the old ones. I'm in disbelief that this long weekend is the last before kids return to school. One is starting her second year of college. Her son is starting the last year of elementary before graduating into high school. Where they keep the big kids. *gulp* The way he's growing, though, hopefully it won't be a problem. He turned thirteen in July. His summer wardrobe was men's large boarder shorts, shirts and hoodies. He's already half a head taller than me, and taller than both his mom, aunt and me. I'm a smidge shy of 5'8". His aunt and mom swear they are 5'5". Bullshit flag thrown on that field. Not to mention, when my girlchildren are drinking they get really cute and slur like , "Achshualee I'm really only 5'3' but done tell anyone, 'kayyy, bitch?? hahaa I loove you?" Nothing like a little truth serum with a maraschino cherry and umbrella, amirite, adies?
The kid . . . his back to school shoes: Size 11. His grown ass uncle"s size. I think that man is secretly starting to hope he may be able to score some hand me downs before someone, who was a child two months ago, damages them. The next couple of years are sure to be interesting. We're all anticipating the football and rugby coaches will show interest. He's going to be a beast.
