Sam is in his senior year of high school. Can you believe it? I can't. He had his senior pictures taken over the summer.
I remember when he started middle school. The summer before he started sixth grade at his new school Kira, Sam and I drove over to the school to for a tour. There was a big sign over the front door that said, "Home of the Hawks!"
Kira looked at it and said, "Hey Sam, when you go here you'll be a hog."
Sam said smugly, "Kira! That sign says HAWKS, not HOGS!"
Kira said, "...I know what it says."
It was a pretty good burn for a second grader.
The first day of ninth grade I drove Sam to school. He was a little nervous about starting high school. We were listening to the radio and a new song came on that I liked so I turned it up to try to lighten the mood. It was a good song: happy, lots of whistling. I didn't understand the lyrics because I'm old, but I thought it was saying something about a bucket. Sam looked at me like I was weird. Later I figured out why. The song I was blasting for my baby on the first day of high school was "Pumped Up Kicks" by Foster the People. It's all about a kid shooting other kids in a school shooting type scenario. The lyrics weren't saying, "[something something] my bucket!" They were saying, "run better run, faster than my bullet" HAVE A GREAT FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL, HONEY!!!
Pretty soon my baby will be graduating from high school and will be a college boy. He has big dreams of getting his own place and making tons of money and being an independent man. I have big dreams of him staying at home and going to the community college a few blocks from my work and carpooling together every single day.
I think some compromises might have to be made.
