tales of a fourth-grade something

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Dear Son,

You are starting fourth grade today.  Look at how you've grown!  You're no longer the little guy, the sweet kindergartner off to start his first day of school.  You carry a biohazard messenger bag, as opposed to that long-forgotten Thomas the Train backpack.  Your printing is not crooked and haphazard and you are starting to write in cursive.  You have friends to go off and play with.  You have stories to tell.  You are becoming a top-dog.

Yet, in some ways, you are still my little boy.  You like hugs and kisses, but don't tell the other guys.  You seek attention and appreciation.  You still want me to pack your lunch and you like to be tucked into bed at night.  But, you'll soon grow out of these things.

I hope you have a wonderful first day of school.  Make new friends and greet others with a smile.  Tell your jokes and tales of summer camp, vacation, and diving into the lake.  Be a big shot, but don't get a big head.  Do your very best.  Know that your father and I love you.  We're proud of you, son. 

once upon a time...

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