When my eldest niece started kindergarten, back in the day, I recall my sister-in-law telling me that parents send off their little, sweet 5 year old baybees and the school sends back little, eye-rolling 5 year old balls of attitude. I was prepared for this. What I wasn’t prepared for was the fact that it’s probably going to be my kid that corrupts all the others.
See, Monkey has been working hard this weekend on perfecting a new phrase… “Psht. Whatever!” I have no idea where he got that from.