Luna's elementary school graduation felt impossibly significant."It's just fifth grade," Alexander said, adjusting his tie. "She's not graduating high school.""It's a milestone. Our baby is going to middle school.""Middle school. Where did the time go?"Luna appeared in a white dress—her choice, very mature for eleven."How do I look?""Beautiful, baby girl. So grown up.""Luna IS grown up. Eleven is practically teenager.""You're not a teenager for two more years.""That's SO SOON though!"Thomas, eight, made gagging sounds. "Luna going to be TEENAGER? Gross!""Thomas, be nice to your sister.""But teenagers are WEIRD! They talk about feelings and listen to loud music!""You listen to loud music," Luna pointed out."That's DIFFERENT!"Leo, five, wasn't paying attention. He was building with blocks, humming to himself."Leo, we need to leave soon. Are you ready?""Leo ready! Leo wear fancy shirt!"He showed off his button-up shirt—on backwards."Let me fix that, buddy."---The gra
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