Adrian has these tubby letters, made of some sort of foam. Not only do they stick to his head, they are an educational tool. Witness:Aaron is giving Adrian a bath, while I tidy the living room. The following is the conversationI overheard just this evening.
Adrian: E
Aaron: That is an E!
Adrian: T
Aaron: That is a T!
Adrian: B
Aaron: That is a B! What other letters do you know?
(This continues through R, Q, O, W, A, S, U, D, P, F, H, I, K, and X)
Aaron: Kaaaaaaraaaaah!
Me: Yes?
Aaron: Did you know he knows all of his letters?
Me: Um. Yes, I think so.
Aaron: How long has this been going on?
Me: Um...couple of weeks, I think.
Aaron: Why didn't you tell me?!
Me: I don't know.
I guess I figured he'd find out eventually. And compared with all of the other stuff that Adrian is learning and doing every day, the alphabet isn't all that exciting. (Don't get your feathers ruffled!) I'm just saying he's now sharing his snacks with his toys, engaging in imaginative play--his animals graze the carpet, complete with chewing noises, he's trying to write letters (he does a mean "Q"), he cleans the toilet (no, really), and he's making little sentances.
We're also in the stage of very funny verbal mix ups.
For example: for dinner, Aaron and I had tater tots.
Adrian had tater tits.
2 comments:
Damn, sorry about that one, that was me on the tater tits. Blame that one Uncle Jim.
They are like sponges at this age. There was nothing I could do.
-Jim
Admit it...you like withholding crucial information like that from Aaron to emphasize your superior mom knowledge!
*laughing*
He sounded so indignant, like bill pullman in "Independence Day" discovering that there are, in fact, aliens at Area 51 - and that information was on a need to know basis, and he, as president, didn't need to know.
*bwa ha ha ha!*
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