Yesterday. A third grader, two fourth graders, two fifth graders and a seventh grader.
"Facetiming" their "big kid" FSPA friends who are spending the week performing and taking classes in DisneyWorld.
The "big kids" were in EPCOT, saw a call coming in from them and took the time to pick up and chat. That's ridiculous. It really is. And I will be sure to take the time and thank them when they get home.
A few minutes after I took this picture, I got a phonecall from a mom who is looking to hire "another big kid" this summer as a nanny. As a reference, I am a bit concerned that this mom thought that all the ridiculously good things I said about her can't possibly be true. (I really WOULD trust her to raise my children if G and I get run over by a mack truck. Well, I didn't say exactly that but I mean it.)
Later this week, we will meet up with some more "big kids" who are very busy with their college-selves, but are taking the time to spend some of their day with us and our knuckleheads as we visit their home away from home at college. Love.
I am eternally thankful for all the "big kids" in our crazy kids' lives. However, it puts a lot of pressure on G and me. If H and M end up complete and total disasters, I think we'll have no one to blame but ourselves...they couldn't possibly have a better village.
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