First grade is a whole new ball of wax.

I can’t get Engineer to tell me anything about his day until he is lying in bed trying to sleep.  And then if I want to get the dirt, I lay next to him and he won’t stop talking.  Ask him during the day and you get nothing but a blank look.  Ask him when he’s supposed to be asleep– jackpot.

I found out recently he’s been spending recess with Julia, a girl from his kindergarten class.  They hold hands apparently– which is fine since he holds hands with his 5 year old sister all the time.  And they talk.

Last night I asked about recess and this is what I got: "I just played with Julia.  We walked around and we talked.  We talked about the time when we saw the wood where they make love."

A wha?  Excuse me?  A hem?

I asked him what he was talking about.  He’s 6!  I said, "What do you mean they make love?"

"There’s a big piece of wood with words on it."

"And they have people’s names on it?"

"NO.  There’s just a bunch of writing.  And a HEART!"

Ah.  Heart=Love.  Make Love=Make Heart.  Oh the innocence.