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Ian's parent/teacher conference


I love/hate these. Like any parent, I want to know how the boy is doing and want to help him do his best. However no parent is prepared to hear things like:






  • Sometimes I call him Anakin all day
  • he likes to talk, a lot
  • he is excitable
  • he is very young (repeat like 30 times)
  • sometimes, he puts himself in the "thinking chair"
  • Ok, so other than the odd bit about calling him Anakin, I had a feeling that would be the case. She did bring up he behaved appropriate for his age, unfortunately for the boy, he is about a year off from everyone else. Somebody had the be the youngest, right?

    So, I asked the obvious, are you saying he should not be in 1st grade or that he shouldn't progress to 2nd? This was met with more or less, "hell no". He'll catch up on the behavoir stuff no later than 4th grade, but mentally, the boy is doing fantastically well. She used the word "bright" and "wicked smart" and "just like his good-looking Dad". Fine, you got me, I made the last one up.

    So all good stuff to report. He is progressing well, is super curious about reading and in the early stages which puts him mid-range in his class. Overall, he is doing great and we are great parents. She actually said that.

    Then she said Ian invited her on our winter vacation. He is such a suck up.

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