Elliot are 6 1/2.
Today we went to the “Frog pool”. It’s the first time Elliot didn’t need to wear a life jacket because he’s tall enough.
He also didn’t ask me to go into the pool, even once. I was a both sad and happy. He showed me playing Godzilla with a basketball, something we’d usually do together with no basketball , me throwing him around and him pretend hitting me. And I wanted to join him badly, but no bathing suit. Maybe we will go back tomorrow, and I’ll go in with him.
How many more times? I’ll never know when it’s the last time except in hindsight.
p.s. his 2nd baby tooth is about to fall out.
