Vicarious Rocky

Says to me this morning: “I’m gonna miss you when I’m a big boy at school all day.” Followed shortly by, “Can we still play Raccoon?” To which I responded, “We can play Raccoon forever.” Sigh. Why do I suspect 13-yr-old Indy will not be interested in the Raccoon puppet?

Also in the adorable category – he wanted to go up to the Deli restaurant counter by himself on Saturday after he ate his pizza to say, “Thank You.” He’s also been greeting Daddy every day asking, “So, how was work today?” And after Sage answers he continues, saying, “What did you do at work?”

Pizza Thank You night was incidentally the same evening he recognized / named the Scrabble tiles A, L, and E. He also did something totally freaky that night that had to just be a coincidence! He was loitering while Clayde and I scrabbled, and I said I needed to make a word that had 24 points to stay ahead. Then I put my word down and counted the points saying, “Well, it’s 8 with a double word score. So eight twice.”

I shit you not, Indy says, “Is 16 enough?” To which I responded, “What did you just say?!” And Clayde said, “You heard him.”

He also site read the word, “Gun,” yesterday. WTF? What ever happened to “Cat?” I get a sense some days that he’s very bright, but trapped in that pretty little head.

We have a meeting with the teachers and school psychologist tomorrow morning, so all illusions that my son is on par with peers may soon be shattered. I’ll let you know.