It feels like Bradley is growing up at warp speed. Public school is teaching him things I really wasn't ready for him to know yet. Like tonight when he asked me what "making out" means. "Where did you hear that?" I asked. "On the bus." Oh right, of course.

Lately it seems we've had all too many of these frightening moments. But then they get balanced out with the funny ones. Since the kids were helping me sort the laundry tonight, I put Bryant in his fenced-in area and turned on a Playhouse Disney show called Handy Manny. It's really a Hispanic knockoff of Bob the Builder, but it's pretty cute. Bradley says to me, "Mom, I know it's kind of strange, but I really like this show." I said, "Why is that strange?" He said, "Because it's a baby show." I'm already not liking where this is going.

"Who told you it was a baby show?"
"Nobody. I just told myself. Most of the shows on Playhouse Disney are baby shows."
"Oh really? What makes them baby shows?"
"Well, on big kid shows, the characters don't ask you questions."
Oh. I can see that.

How can I slow this down?? I can see how if I didn't have Bryant to baby I could get seriously depressed. God bless him when he hits second grade. We may both need therapy.