My eight year old son has started walking to school on his own. He enjoys the independence. We live pretty close to the school, and he doesn't have to go on any back roads. The other day I was dropping off his brother when I saw him just ahead, walking toward the school. I saw him glance back at the car, and then he quickly looked away and began hurrying ahead. He had seen me, and - shockingly - had pretended he hadn't! I couldn't believe it, but...it really seemed like...he was ignoring his mother. Of course that couldn't be right....could it? Immediately I rolled down the van window and called him, using his favourite nickname, of course. "Hey! RY BREAD! It's your MOTHER!" He began running away from me. I leaned out the window farther, yelling, "Come give your mom a BIG KISS!" It's funny - I've never seen a kid run so fast in my life. Good times.
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