(sniffle sniffle) So I just got a call from Kyle. "Mommy, I'm riding a two-wheeler! Without training wheels!!" Seems he just decided he wanted them off this morning, and away he went. He's so proud of himself, at the ripe old age of five, and I'm so proud too - but it still makes my heart hurt a little.
This, on the heels of having bought him his first Step 1 'I Can Read' books this week and having sat in grinning amazement as he read all three aloud cover to cover and then tried to work on the Note to Parents page in the back.
In the interest of not wanting to go overboard with the 'ooh, my kid's so smart' stuff, let me temper it with this: this is the same kid who cut his bottom lip with my razor last week while he played with cars in my dry bathtub not three feet from where I stood. I have no idea how he did it, or more importantly, what the hell he could have been thinking. Sheesh.