At home, he simply talks and talks and talks. You know, like talking is required for breathing. That's the side of him that we see. But take him somewhere new, somewhere remotely unfamiliar, and you get bashful and silent.
And that was what he was today at his school open house. Mr. Chatty didn't say a single word, or so I'm told. We even ran into one of his old classmates at the grocery store this afternoon (we were running errands while brothers were in school). Not a single word to her or her mother. Only after they were out of hearing did he say something about one of "my friends from school."
Let's hope it doesn't take half the year for him to become himself in his new classroom. I remember almost falling out of my seat last school year when his teachers told me how quiet he was in school. My son? Quiet? Surely you have the wrong child. But no, apparently not.
Time will tell . . .
