Gee whiz, my 4 1/2 year old is a "G" whiz! Ha ha, I'm so punny.
But no, really. He is trying to distract me from the fact that he's very disobediently still in just his underwear at 1 pm. And part of his method is spouting off some genius, because he knows I'm always pleased by displays of academic achievement. Before you go thinking I'm one of "those moms," think about it. Almost any parent (aside from Matilda's) is pleased when their child shows smarts. Anyway, I digress. Here's what Z said:
"Does 'scavenger hunt' have a G in it, but it's soft?"
"Um..." I thought about it for a second. "Uh, yeah, it does! Very good!"
"And 'go' has a G in it, but it's hard. And 'get going' has two hard G's!"
That's where his plan failed, because it reminded me that I'd told him to "get going" on the deplorable process of putting on clothes.
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This blog is an attempt to solidify my thoughts as I tackle the huge job of raising two, probably 3 gifted boys. J is 7 and finishing up second grade. Z is 4. L is now a toddler, and well ahead of the game. They're challenging and tiring and overwhelming, and wonderful and amazing and worth every minute!
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