Bubbe and The Skootch are two sides of a coin.
Bubbe, now a smidge under nine was the two year old who got off the classroom rug at dismissal only after he knew the other children had a place to go and the little guy who sat in the corner and covered his ears at birthday parties. He is the child who relishes in engineering golf courses and marble runs out of anything he can get his hands on and the boy who recently told me after I advised him to push back as needed, “Mom, I’m not that kind of kid.”
Four year old Skootch, on the other hand, is a one speed, rock and roll, let me smell you ninja machine. He is the kid who proudly wakes his parents at two in the morning to show us the late night grape juice he poured for himself, the…
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