Wednesday, June 8, 2011
The kids hop in the backseat and shove their report cards in my face, eager for me to review them. I take my time reading every mark and notation while they hold their breath.
"Mom...did I pass?" Rio breaks the silence.
"Yup," I told him, as I folded the report cards and placed them inside my purse.
"Ah, good. That means I'm a third grader," he sighed with relief.
"I know I passed," Amaya stated. "I already peeked at mine."
"Great year you guys, I'm proud of you both," I praised them as I pulled away from the school.
"Mom? Do I have to go to college?" Rio asked reluctantly.
"It depends on what you want to do when you get older," I told him.
One minute later, Amaya informed me Rio was in tears.
"What's wrong Rio?" I asked through the rear view mirror.
"I'm not ready to leave home..." Rio sobbed.
I promised him I wouldn't kick him out just yet.