Third Grader?! What?!

I can't believe it. Maximus is in third grade. All the years prior to this he hugged and kissed me before walking into school...now? He didn't even look back. I cried. My baby with long curly red hair, a late kid to potty training and a wild child with a significant speech delay walked boldly into Mountainview Elementary with his buddies and never looked back at his parents, who stood on the playground hoping he would. He got the backpack he wanted, some new Penguin high tops, the right shorts and socks. You're a stud, our son. We couldn't be more proud of you.