On Sunday, my 5-year-old was busy building something with his K'nex (His are similar to what is shown in the link). He built a nice set of dumbbells. After he had them all lined up nicely, he got out his piggy bank and set it up nearby. Then he went around the house recruiting customers.
For 25 cents I had a nice workout with very light weights, and the privilege of watching my son "make money". I think he'd open up the gym for anyone who was interested, so come on over.... My Mister's comment was that he takes after my side of the family (we generally don't like working for other people).
This morning while we were brushing teeth, my 5-year-old said, "mom, the black thing in your eye is called a pimple".
"I think you mean a pupil."
"Oh, yeh, a pupil... and when you are in the dark it gets really big, and when you shine a light in your eyes, they get really small."
It always surprises me a little bit when he spurts off information that he didn't learn from me. Now that he is in school it is happening more and more often. I'm having a hard time with the idea of having him gone all day when first grade starts next year (august 29th, and he can't wait). It's enough to make me consider home schooling him, just to keep him close to me. I won't though. He's having a great time in school. I'll have to be satisfied with our great discussions about pimples and whatever other information he decides to share with me.
2 comments:
Your post reminds me of the days of lemonade stands and selling corn on main street, and also of Grandma's jogging pantyhose and the cracks in her face that makeup would not cover, the observations of your siblings to her on occasion, or was one of those your very own?
I believe those were both my nice little comments.
(I was a kind child, wasn't I?)
:)
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