Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
|WOW. JUST, WOW.|
|WHY, YES, I DID FALL ASLEEP IN THE MIDDLE OF A NOISY GARAGE. WHAT OF IT?|
|YOU HAVE SOMETHING ON YOUR... FORGET IT. NEVER MIND.|
Age 6 1/2 - Jack has taught himself the Greek alphabet. (Seriously, this happened. It's freaky, and a testament to the power of choosing a really swell library book. -E.C.)
At the dermatologist waiting to have a wart removed from Jack's finger:
Majesty: Jack, do you want me to sit beside you or do you want to sit in my lap?
Jack: Mom, hold on just a minute, I want to pray before the doctor comes in.
Dear God, please help me be brave and for this to not hurt my finger.
He watches the doctor remove it and doesn't even flinch.
H.M. to Jack: What kind of birds did Noah send out from the ark?
Like most schools, Jack's has this inscrutable color coding chart describing behavior. And it's not terribly logical. Blue is really bad, purple is terrific, gold (Guys can we just level with each other and admit that it's your straight-up garden variety LLELLOW?)... well gold is the best you can get... and so on.
Jack comes home with purple one day, which is terrific and y'know, not extremely common. We start poking around about what exactly he did to merit this color. Finally the worksheet pictured above... that he turned in to his teacher... is uncovered, and we ask him if that's about the time she clipped him up to purple. Huge grin. "Uh... Yeah."
Ladies, I've told you this before, but I'm serious, you better batten down the hatches. This dude knows stuff, and he's incredibly dangerous.