To skip one stage of development does not mean to be developed two steps higher. It means being underdeveloped at one stage.

Love from first class.
Shortly before my son went to school, I was recalled from vacation on a ship and I returned to Odessa when he was already in second grade. I had plenty of free time and I was happy to take my son to school, because he was only ten minutes walk from home. On the way we met a classmate of the son, a nice white-haired girl, accompanied by her dad too. Talking to him, we found out that we were colleagues, only he worked on fishing boats and also took his daughter to school for the first time. It was immediately apparent that the children were very happy with each other and we talked, only to make sure they crossed the crosses correctly. Near the school yard they waved our pencil, and we with a new acquaintance went home together, on the way to the cafe to have a coffee. So we took the kids to school until the New Year.
Before the winter holidays in school, as always, arranged a New Year's morning for the children, but in the morning I was in business in the sailing and promised to come to its beginning right to school, which I did, having been late, though, minutes to ten. The morning was already in full swing and I started looking for my own, wondering that I could not see any familiar faces. After ten minutes I couldn’t stand and asked a young woman who was actively working with children, did she not know where the 2nd “B” class was?
This is my second “B”, I’ve been leading it from the first class.
I probably had such a confused look that she even laughed:
Who are you looking for?
I named the name of his son and his little girlfriend. Now it is her turn to be surprised:
There was no such thing in my class. You confuse something, maybe they are studying at a school nearby, in two quarters from us? They have a morning there too.
Considering that if I continue in the same spirit, then, at best, I will make myself laugh, so I thanked her and quickly retreated.
After a little reflection in the fresh air, I decided to go to the neighboring school - well, it was old good times and there was no strict control at the entrance to school.
You have, of course, guessed - all of us were there: and children, and parents!
On the way home, I discovered the truth: it turns out our children did not hope for each other's soul and always tried to stay together longer, and then suddenly such a case turned - they said goodbye to the fathers at another school, pretended to go there, and when we left, took hands and went to their school! I tried to keep a strict look, but in my eyes I began to whisper treacherously and I switched the conversation to another topic.
The next time a friend and I took them to school, we quietly looked around and decided to leave everything as it is, saying goodbye to them near another school and giving them the opportunity to be at least a little without guardianship, although for confidence they followed them invisibly for a long distance, and they walked, holding hands, enthusiastically talking and never looking back.

P.S Forty years have passed since then and nothing has changed: they are still together. Love to you, children!

I decided to travel around the world until I spent all of my savings.
According to my calculations, I will be home somewhere at 19:30.