Six Going on Sixteen

Yesterday afternoon I helped work on memory books in E's class. It was a nice time with his teacher and, of course, we got talking... Lately my dear little six year old has been overly concerned about one of his classmates who was out sick with pneumonia. She returned earlier this week and he has talked about her nonstop. How glad he is that she is not sick anymore, what a nice person that she is, and how much fun he has playing with her. I mentioned this to his teacher yesterday and she started to laugh. Then she let me in on a little story. Evidently early that day she caught E and his little friend HOLDING HANDS while they were sitting on the carpet during class. She shook her head at them and let it go. HOLDING HANDS!!!!! He is six! OF COURSE I had a little talk with him- with gentleness and firmness- and let him know it wasn't okay. I saw her mom this morning and shared the story with her. She said it perfectly, you want to laugh because it is funny and you don't want to because it isn't. SIX YEARS OLD. (she is pretty cute though).