Today I spent the morning at his preschool.
I got to practice both my uppercase and lowercase Hs, sing some songs about alligators, and spend a lot of time sitting in a very tiny chair.
But I wasn't just there to learn. I was there to work.
I spent about an hour and a half cutting out laminated pages and I must say I was pretty good at it (though the cutting muscles in my right arm are a little sore tonight).
I spent the other half of the class working at the teaching table, where I practiced colors, shapes, and letters with the kids, including this guy.
It's fun to see him in his element, talking to his little buddies, raising his hand to answer questions, enjoying snack time. But the best part for me was seeing how proud he was to show off his dad.
I felt pretty proud, too.