It's humbling, but I know my weaknesses and can take Brian correcting my spelling, as he has a couple times now. He does it so tactfully too. I'm even okay that he had to explain to me what 'expository' means when he was telling me about one of his stories the other day.
They are growing up and I can take it.
But yesterday I was dropping them off at school and I like to take them all the way in, you know, to see what they have on their bulletin boards and such. I went to leave and asked for a hug good bye. Brian didn't hesitate but Alan whined a "Papa" just like a teenager and motioned his head to two girls waiting to be let into their room.
What?! This is the kid who pats my hand as he goes to sleep, and makes sure I have a pillow and a stuffed animal every night. It's only first grade and his father can't get a hug in front of friends. No one told me that could happen so soon; it's too soon. Curse you peer pressure!