Apparently they taste just like real strawberries!
B has been on a bit of a gardening kick. It all began when Oswald the Octopus started a small garden that included a lovely tomato plant. Then, Curious George grew some carrots in the country, and also helped Chef Piscetti with his rooftop garden.
Because he is a highly suggestible five-year-old, B proclaimed his desire to plant something, particularly a tomato plant, and perhaps grow some carrots from seeds. (Or maybe an apple tree. You know, nothing major.) Continue reading
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.)
The other night as we were preparing for bed, B proffered the following:
Mommy, did you know that I say a lot of things inside my head?Is that ok?
Yes, of course. That’s just your brain working. My brain works the same way.
Oh. And you know when it stops?
When you go to sleep at night?
Yes, and sometimes… <worried face>
Sometimes is it hard to stop thinking at the end of the day?
I know, that happens to me, too, buddy. Sometimes my brain is so busy thinking that I can’t get it to stop when I’m ready to go to sleep.
Oh.<Thoughtful and relieved expression.> Me Too.
Ah, yes – the perseveration gene! I see that it has been successfully transmitted to the next generation.
Less than ten minutes after removing the training wheels.