... into the future. Tick tock tick...
Yep, feeling a little old. Ignatius will be turning 12 this week. Max is almost completely potty trained. Rights of passage... fast passage.
Ignatius also found out today that his teacher has throat cancer. He LOVES his teacher, and he was very shaken by this news. We had to remind him that cancer is not a death sentence, and he knows several survivors, like his grandmother and his cousin. Alas, he also has voids in his life due to cancer: one of his godmothers and both of his paternal grandparents. I think the prognosis for his teacher is good (as translated through what Ignatius reported was said). Still, it's a dirty c word.
Cancer just sucks.
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