4 years, 2 months.
A week from today will be your last day at your preschool, with the big move into our new house being next weekend.
At night during dinner, all this week, you’ve been working on a special Lego plane. You instructed me to build something too, so I did.
Well, this morning you asked me to find a bag to put your plane in: The time had finally come to reveal your new creation to your friends and teachers at school.
So I found a Kroger bag and placed your plane inside it; keeping it up front with me in the car for the drive.
Once we arrived in your class room, you whispered to me, “Daddy, the plane.”
So I pulled the plane out and handed it to you.
Immediately, your friends ran over, crowding around you. They were sincerely and thoroughly impressed with your work.
“Wow, Jack! Is that Michelangelo in there driving it?” your friend Joshua asked.
Keep in mind, just a few weeks ago, you built that Lego hospital at school that all your friends protected.
I struggled to snap a few pictures of the event today, as it was truly a challenge for me to get a shot of you holding the plane without one of your friends blocking my view.
In the midst of all the I wanna see!’s from your friends, I realized that most them are a year older than you. They are 5; you are 4.
Witnessing this today made me sort of feel like the dad of Doogie Howser or something.
Even now, I’m thinking, “Man, my son diligently worked on a Lego plane that impressed his older friends. He must be a Lego prodigy… That’s pretty cool!”
Ultimately, this is one of those “dad moments” for me. I am proud of you, Son.