What, you don’t have a sdo5gbymt1osotrfRp?

Obligatory second-day-of-fifth-grade-because-we-missed-the-first-one-sleeping-off-the-redeye-from-Reno photo. (What, you don’t have a sdo5gbymt1osotrfRp? That isn’t your password for all your financials? Because I’m thinking about using it for mine...)

Seriously though. Fifth grade. That’s the first year of my childhood I can reliably remember more than the occasional brief scene from; it’s like my parenting actually matters now — I can no longer trust that any mistakes I make will be washed from his memory by the passage of age.

Good thing he’s such a great kid. If he wasn’t basically raising himself I’d surely have blown it by now