School is in full swing. The kindergarteners are learning to read. They are quickly learning that the world is an open book.
Berkeley is happy to do his homework. He reads and writes everything that Mrs. Holt asks him to. But, dare you ask him if he wants to read a book or suggest he try to sound out a sign on the road: forget it. He is going to read on his own time. (read: strong willed)
Well, the other day as we were running out the door to drop him at the bus stop he was literally running to the corner. He stopped mid stride and stood there, staring at the ground. I remember thinking that there must be something really interesting on the ground. He was looking at it the entire time it took me to walk from our house to the corner. I'm not too fast in the morning when I haven't had my tea yet and I'm pushing two kids in a big double stroller.
As I get closer I am shocked to see what Berkeley is looking at. Why has he been looking at it so long? What is he going to ask me? What am I going to say? Where is Ian when I need him?
"Mommy, I'm trying to read this, but I just can't figure it out. T-T-T-rrrrrr- OOOOOO. What does it say?"
"Well, dear, it says "Trojan Magnum Large". Now, come along we are running a little late for the bus, darling."
My tired, uncaffeinated mind was delighted that he said OK and came along without any questions. I just wasn't ready for that at 8 a.m. I was even more delighted to see upon my return from the bus stop that someone had taken the liberty of removing the box from the sidewalk- a chore I was relieved not to have to do.
