My little talking preschooler has been chosen to become his teacher's assistant. When I picked him up this morning his teacher, the fabulous Ms. Wanda informed me that she is going to clone him and keep him around so that he can be her TA.
During lunch Ms. Wanda told a student not to talk with food in her mouth, to finish swallowing before speaking. The little girl happened to be sitting next to him and when she took another bite of her food, she spoke again, forgetting. So Liam looked at her, pointed his finger in her face and said, "Ms. Wanda said not to talk with your mouth full of food. Swallow and then talk. Okay."
Ms. Wanda told me that she can't believe how well he speaks (and how much) for a just recently turned 3 year old boy and cannot believe his memory. "He remembers after I've said something once and then repeats it to the other kids, like he's keeping them in line." Ahhh. My little boy worries me and yet makes me so proud. That is so like me. I am the truth teller and the order keeper. And at his age, I was a tattle teller. He amazes me every single day in so many ways.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment