My boy and I are rolling 8s this year. His settles him into the 3rd grade with a nice young teacher Ms A who on first meeting seems up to the challenge. At least she was chipper at open house parent's day. His Special Teacher Ms R joined us and took the opportunity to explain to Ms A that the big ball in her classroom was for J to sit on. Needing to maintain balance helps calm the hyper mind.
My 8 is in the 50s column. Not much to say there. It is what it is. Had a visit from my Florida sister which ended entirely too quickly. But I never want her to leave. Even when all the green has turned to white and the only trace of color is her trembling purple lips, I'd still be selfish enough to keep her near. What kind of love is that?