They Grow Up Fast

Not that I'm a fortuneteller or anything, but I have glimpsed the future and earlier than I would like.

Rosh Hashanah services were tonight. The three of us had dinner together. Then I was to take Rachel upstairs to an activity room, while I came down to the sanctuary and watched her mom sing with the choir.

We got to the activity room before the teacher had even arrived. Right after we walked in, a crisply dressed second grader in a blue suit walked in.

"Hi I.J." said Rachel, as she sat down demurely in a chair in her strapless dress and plastic lavender shoes.

I.J. walked toward her and said, "Nice shoes."

Smooth one, I.J.

The teacher still hadn't shown up. I stood there, looking at my daughter.

"You can go dad," she assured me.

Somehow, I knew the "please don't kiss me" was implied.