Because he’s never met a person he can’t be friends with (the other day he hugged around the waist a complete stranger sitting outside our local Amish bulk store – YIKES!)
Today, he wrote his very first story problem: “Mom loves Timmy. How many did she love him?” (I answered 10. He said, “Mom, it’s a story problem.” Apparently there aren’t supposed to be numbers in those.)
Tonight he sat down at the only seat at the dinner table that didn’t have a plate at it and didn’t realize it until Erin pointed it out to him.
This afternoon, we played Uno and did hidden pictures and looked up jokes on the Highlights website. He can even use the mouse by himself.
When Megan got to go with Grandma by herself, he cried loudly. I told him I thought he’d survive. “No,” he sobbed from his car seat, “I don’t think I will survive!”
Because this is how he ate breakfast one day last week:
And then, he had this exchange with one of the teachers today:
She: “Timmy, how old are you?”
Tim: “I’m the number between 3 and 5.”
She: “When is your birthday?”
Tim: “December 29.”
“So,” she said, “your birthday is right after what?”
Tim: Halloween!
