The Dora-themed pasta floated in the broth, surrounded (very sparsely, I might add) by vegetables. Into his mouth went monkey heads, backpacks, and Swiper the Fox clones. Finally, there was only one piece left - a rather ragged looking section torn from a star.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Pasta!" I replied as he fished it out with a spoon.
"That's a M though!"
I grabbed the spoon before it reached his mouth and forced Lara to come and look at the bowl - otherwise, maybe she wouldn't have believed me. The pasta was indeed an M, and my child is a freaking genius.
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2 comments:
OMGoodness, he is a genius!! did you check to see if knows any other letters? not that he needs to, to officially be a genius. I've thought he was all along. Way to go, K!
Excellent! He can join my class any time. :)
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