Billy picks up a lot from listening to Ricky do his homework. The other day I asked Ricky what seven plus three equals. Ricky paused to calculate and Billy spoke up, “Ten!” He won’t repeat his performance, but I’m thinking he’s learning his math problems early.
(Batman pjs compliments of his aunts for his birthday)
Ricky had some reading homework the other day that Billy eavesdropped on. The story was about a fox who couldn’t reach a grape vine to pick the grapes, so he went away mad saying “those are probably sour grapes anyway.”
Ricky and I discussed how the fox was mad and that’s why he thought the grapes were yucky. To illustrate the point, I mentioned how when I serve something new for dinner and he doesn’t want to try it, he assumes the food tastes bad. Like sour grapes. Ricky got it.
Well, apparently Billy got it too.
To break the boys of their pop tart addiction, we’ve been having surprise breakfasts the last several weeks. Yesterday, the surprise breakfast was instant oatmeal with dinosaur eggs in it (really-the little eggs dissolve and leave an edible dinosaur behind). As Kevin handed Billy his bowl, Billy said,
“Poppy, this tastes like sour craft. The first time you taste something, it tastes like sour craft.”
Okay, he sort of got it.