Class 9 starts in three weeks and my son has been rehearsing a 'new me' in the bathroom mirror
Heard him through the door last night: practising a slower walk, a nod instead of a wave, and the line 'yeah, it was alright' in three different tones. Apparently summer is when you become a different person, and class 9 is where you unveil him. He came out, saw me in the corridor, and said 'what' in what I think was tone number two. I have never been prouder ♥