In the car one day, just a few weeks ago, I asked Nick if he was ready for school. (Coincidentally, it was just after this conversation.)
"Ya huh," he replied, without pause.
It made me stop and try to remember what being four must be like. No worries, no anxieties...unless you count concern as to who might get the last cookie.
No one cares what you wear, if your hair is just right or if you have a name-brand backpack.
Friendships are formed based on who you sit next to in the reading circle.
No homework, no work, no responsibilities except feeding the dog and throwing your dirty clothes down to the basement.
The entire world revolves around, "Would you like that if he did that to you?!?" and "If you don't knock it off your face will stay that way!"
Be nice to your brother. And share.
If you "accidentally" smack your little brother in the face all you have to do is say you're sorry.
Hugs fix everything.
So do ice packs and fruit snacks.
I sighed. "What do you think you're going to in school this year?"
He tilted his head as if he were thinking really hard.