It was funny looking at the fifth and sixth graders, in that I can see the social types emerging. Geeks and jocks and stoners and beauty queens all nascent in those lengthening faces and self-conscious eyes. The only one I can't see is my own child, because my filters for her are too strong.
Afterwards, in the car on the way home, she had questions about dating rules, followed by a detailed disquisition on the dynamics of the fifth grade girls' friendships and rivalries. I did a good job of neither laughing nor being visibly appalled at turns.
Love that kid.
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