Remember how Greg said that this long trip would be great because we would have stories? Anyone who knows our family knows that there is no way we would go a full month without a doctor visit. Here we go:
Tomorrow is Eleanor’s last day of school, and I am sad. Most moms I know tear up at the beginning of the school year, sending a child off to kindergarten or middle school or beyond. I am more than happy to send my children back to school at the end of summer, particularly at the end of a Texas summer when we have exhausted every swimming pool, museum, and movie. Endings get to me though. This is when I feel the passage of time most acutely.
A few days ago, Eleanor asked me why we call a forehead a forehead. “Well, fore means front,” I said. “And your forehead is the front of your head.”
She nodded. “So just like foreskin,” she said. I froze. Did my child just say foreskin?