Last week, Wonder Woman and I attended a parents’ night at Zan’s new elementary school. While there, we had a chance to look at some of the work he’s been doing, including the above-shown masterpiece.
I have often heard Zan speak of different colors that, at various points in his life, he referred to as being his “favorite.” Not once do I recall him mentioning pink. So, either he’s been a closeted pink fan all this time, or this is a new development.
But you know what else it might be? It might be him fucking with his classmates.
Last year, Zan finished first grade at his elementary school in the Boston area. He has a summer birthday, which meant that, at one point, his mother and I had to decide whether to start him in kindergarten after he had just turned five, or wait until he was six … and, because he is our firstborn, and we didn’t know any better, we went ahead and sent him when he was five … and he did great. BUT…
He was the youngest kid in his kindergarten and first-grade classes, and a number of the other kids were almost a year older than him — which, at ages five and six, can make for a pretty large developmental gap.
Now, had we remained in the Boston area, we’d have gone ahead and let him advance to the second grade, because, academically speaking, he did just fine in the first grade … which meant that we’d have had a difficult time justifying for ourselves putting him through the trauma of watching all of his friends move up a grade while he got held back.
However, when we realized we’d be moving to our new house in Pennsylvania just before school started, that problem was solved; since he was going to be attending an all-new school with all-new kids, placing him in the first grade instead of the second grade was a no-brainer.
So now he’s one of the two oldest kids in the class, and he’s much more mature, relatively speaking … as evidenced by a recent exchange I overhead between him and a new friend who was at our home for a playdate.
“Well, if you like that,” said Bratty McBrattypants, “I won’t be your friend anymore.” I’m not sure exactly to what the little snot was referring, but I believe it was a television show that Bratty thought was for girls or babies or some such thing.
“Oh yeah?” said Zan. “Well, guess what: I like it.”
“Oh,” replied Bratty. “Well, I’ll still be your friend.”
“OK,” said Zan. “I don’t actually like it; I just wanted to see what you’d say.”
Balls move, kid. (I don’t think he’d have pulled that stunt a year ago.)
And all of this leaves me wondering if he chose pink because he just wanted to see what his classmates would say. Stir shit up a little, as it were.
That’s my boy.