We found out last night that the kids have been invited to join the advanced "honors" school program in our town. We were thrilled . . .and relieved, both because the invitations went out about 6 weeks later than last year (so we were on pins and needles waiting, knowing it was a possibility--and debating how we would challenge them if they weren't placed--private school? homeschool? enrichment? Despite great teachers who provided extra work, they still found third grade easy) and because it was both of them. I'd been worrying not just a little about what would happen if it were only one. Sure, kids are different and have different skills, but I didn't want one of them--and I never decided which one it would or wouldn't be--to feel less than. I was going to be fine with both or neither. But of course, I'm happy it's both. (Though, good public-school Democrat that I am, I wish more of the kids in town had access to this kind of program/critical-thinking skills and not just the top 6%, based on different math and reading assessments.)
When we told them, Bud hugged Sis and, to her credit, she didn't push him away. She only said, "So, I have to be in class with him for the next three years?" But she didn't really sound like she minded. Indeed, this morning she said she was happy.
And that she wants a bag of Ruffles as a reward!