B came home from school last week begging us to buy a book he’d read in class. I found a used copy on Amazon for a few bucks, ordered it, and completely forgot about it – until today, when we got a mysterious package from Las Vegas. Inside was Who Said Boo. B could not wait to read it to me. I was gobsmacked – I knew he could read, but seeing him in action was a revelation. (Note: He’s very quiet, and I took this video on my iPhone, so you can barely hear him.)
I had the chance to pick up B from school recently, which is a rare experience for me. I insisted on a detour to CVS where we purchased both necessities (milk, Diet Coke) and non-necessities (gum and stickers). This meant that we deviated from the usual route, but change is good, right?
Last night, on a break from ranting about the raccoon sized hole in my kitchen ceiling, I told Mr how much I enjoyed getting to be a daytime Mommy. I think he secretly enjoyed bursting my bubble when he relayed the following quote from our son:
Daddy, please don’t let Mommy pick me up from school again. I like it so much better when you pick me up.
I’m not sure what I did wrong – I thought we were having a good time!
One of B’s favorite games is ‘playing school’ with Nonnie. I think he’s a little rough on her, though:
I may have mentioned before that B’s Kindergarten is Kind Of A Big Deal. His teacher is serious about her job, and, in turn, the students are serious about their jobs. This suits B just fine, as he is VERY SERIOUS about everything. Continue reading