Appetite

G just turned 7.

He's a lean little dude.

And he ate a whole Chipotle burrito.

All of it.

And then asked for dessert.

Mercy.

At the Playground

G is playing alone.

A family approaches.

Oldest daughter arrives first and calls back to the others: "It's a white mom and a black kid!"

G walks right up to her: "My name is G."

He walks away.

Then he turns back: "I'm Haitian."

And he keeps playing.

Soccer Quote

On our way to a game a few weeks ago, I said: "I hope I get to see you kick a goal."

G: "I only can do that when someone is distracted."

Sweet boy.

G Lost

G let me know that Grace and Isabel won Student Council elections.

Fortunately, G wasn't at all fazed about his loss.  We just went on about our night.

Then... the next morning... Tears.  G cried: "No one voted for me!  I have no friends!  ...  Well, I have four friends.  Just four friends!"  He was really sad.

I didn't like how well he could hide his sadness for a whole night.  I really had no idea how impacted he was.  Will be trying to watch better for those big feelings in the future.