Dawson, our youngest grandson (six in March), seems suddenly to be so much older! I used to consider him shy, but not so now. One afternoon when he got home from kindergarten, we decided to make oatmeal cookies. We didn't have the baking soda called for in the recipe. "I'll go borrow some from a neighbor!" he announced. So he marched off with a plastic cup and a measuring spoon and came back with the soda. This might not seem unusual, but it surprised me. Not too long ago, he'd not have suggested such a solo errand.
At Malcolm's baseball game, two little girls, younger sisters of Malcolm's closest friend, tagged around after Dawson as if he were the Pied Piper. Is Dawson going to turn out to be quite the lady's man?