Growing up and going away. For a few hours, anyways.

This afternoon, after school, The Talker is going home with a classmate. And then that kid's mom is bringing The Talker home a couple of hours later.

The Talker is completely impressed with this since neither The Boss Lady nor I have never been to his playmate's house. Other than a general neighborhood, I don't even know where they live.

So The Talker gets to spread his wings a little today. The little one I toted all over town in the Baby Bjorn no longer needs a ride from dad.

In another few years and I'll be completely useless, so I might as well embarrass the boy now.