We are cleaning the living room a few days ago and Jack has a box of alphabet books. We read these a lot, but don't really say, "This is A, B, C," etc. We just read the books. As I want to put them all away, he wants to sit and read them all so I say, "Jack, where is your R book? Go find me your R book." He puts his little hands up like "I don't know" but runs off around the living room to search. Just a few minutes later he comes back and hands me the R book. Now... does he really know it's the R book or did he just happen to pick up the book I asked for?
Once we got home on Sunday, we discovered some more frustrations from the tree falling on our house. It rained all day so the roof leaked and there was water all in our kitchen. We cleaned it up and nothing was damaged so again, we're pretty lucky. We're waiting for the adjuster to come out Friday (he was supposed to come today) so I'll get some estimates in the meantime. Mom and dad keep saying we're going to get a new kitchen out of this and they may be right. I hope it's a cool kitchen, since I'm such a good cook!
2 comments:
that is a terrible picture of me.....great of jack, but horrible of me.
Of course it's no coincidence... he's brilliant!
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