It's the first time in fifth grade for my youngest son and the last time in fifth grade for me. In typical last-born fashion, he's a little spitfire. Full of fun. Fueled by cereal. He’s got a wicked pitching arm, likes his hair long and his playdates with friends even longer. I often say that energy drinks need to drink energy drinks just to keep up with him. He's always wanting to go, go, go!
If you need him, just follow the drumbeat. He loves hard, plays hard, and ends every day with a kiss on my cheek. Lucky me!