Last night, we went to a special church service where Reagan and Mel sang in the choir (ask me about Mel's singing sometime when she is not around). Ian and I sat in the front row, all by ourselves, Ians choice.
So we are part way into the singing service when Ian asks me, "Dad, do you get me?". At this point in my life, I am preparing for Reagan to be asking this question, but instead it comes from little Ian. He meant if I heard him say his stomach and head hurt him, but the larger question loomed long after he stopped waiting for answer. Do I get him?
Heck, i am not sure I even get me, much less him. I like to think I know him well. I know how to make him laugh, where he is ticklish, what makes him sad and how to scare him. But do I get him?
I think as long as you are still trying to find the answer, the answer is yes. It is when you stop trying that you don't get someone.
In other news, we found out Ian will have the same kindergarten teacher that Reagan did. This is great news as we loved this teacher and Ian already knows her. Hooray!
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