R starts first grade on Monday. Last night was a "meet the teacher" night at school. M took R to meet his teacher before I got home from work (I encouraged this because I knew that parking would be a NIGHTMARE after 5:30 when I'd get home.) R was telling me all about it and he was describing a girl who was there with her parents:
"Mom, you know those really mean girls from my kindergarten class year? And you remember there was the one girl who was beginning to shape up at the end of the year? Well, she'll be in my first grade class. Don't worry, it's okay, because she was the one that was shaping up."