Wow they grow up quick
It was about bedtime Monday night when I told the boys to each pick out a story. I read Fox in Socks at the behest of our younger one and then asked our older boy what book he had. “Are you my mother?” he replied. For kicks I told him to read it to me. He’s four, and I figured there was no way he would get through the whole thing.
I was wrong.
It’s amazing to watch how he’s learning, even when he’s not being explicitly taught. His school is just now getting to the alphabet, and he lost interest in learning how to read from us. Apparently that’s because he plans to teach himself.
Heck, if the kid’s going to learn how to do things on his own, maybe I can interest him in doing my taxes next…

