“We can be friends on the bus, but not at school.”
My eight-year-old and her friends have already started experiencing the mean girl mentality. I have witnessed girls slowly turning on one another on the playground as well as in the backseat of my minivan. Girls who were inseparable before third grade will be entering fourth grade as strangers.
We interrupt our usual programming to bring you this week's smart-mouth response to a very silly letter from my third grader.
One cold blistery Maine winter morning, I climbed my way up the rickety stairs of my elementary school. I joined the line of third grade girls on the left side of the staircase, as one the the teachers was heading down. “Renee, how was your weekend?” She cheerfully asked me. I thought for a moment before slowly and sadly reached up touching my throat. In the raspiest most pained whisper I could muster up said “I had my tonsils out.”...more
I am officially the mother of a third grader.
How did this happen? Where did the time go? Just yesterday I was helping her take off the tops of the Play-Doh cans and wiping snot off her upper lip. Today, I sent her off to third grade and was refused when asked if I needed to help her get ready for her first day.