Well, here he grows again.
Parker-boy, I’ve had an amazing summer with you. I will treasure the memories of swim team Speedo suits, your terrorized face as we finally conquered The Tornado together at Splashtown, the way you plowed through the entire catalog of Titanic books at the library, and many, many mornings of waking up to Wii playing in your Star Wars underpants. There isn’t another pbo in the entire world! I can’t tell you how much my guts screamed in delight as we shopped for red skinny jeans and high top Pumas together. I adore who you are, and it is an honor to be able to watch as you discover it.
Get in there and tackle second grade, hot stuff. Share your fantastic self with all those around you, and keep that mind of yours wide open at all times. You never know what you might learn!
I love you, baby. Can’t wait to hear your first day scoop.
(oh, and please, please resist the urge to say “Hi, Dork!” to your new teacher. It’s Hei-dorf. Mrs. HEIDORF. Forget that I ever suggested otherwise.)