Tonight we went to the annual Salem tradition of watching Santa get rescued from the roof of a hotel by firemen on a huge fire truck ladder. As you do. While we were waiting, a girl in West's class walked by, and she yelled to him "I've been dreaming about you" OMG. Kids are hilarious, but send help, because we've also received notice from his afterschool program that he was kissing a girl one afternoon. IDK what is even happening here. Let's get through the final stages of not wetting the bed at night, and eating spaghetti with a shirt on, before I have to step up my parenting game (or lack thereof) to tackle human relations. He takes his shirt off to eat spaghetti. It's a thing. The other night Drew came home and noted West's lack of shirt, and said "spaghetti for dinner, huh?"