We went to the local Thai restaurant for some AMAZING food last night. We tried several times to order food there over the holidays, but they were closed.
We entered the restaurant. We sat down at the table, then Son #1 yelled. “My tummy hurts!”
I sensed heads turning in our direction. Beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.
Those words scared the fire out of me because of what happened last Tuesday.
See my previous post.
My first thought was to get the wipes, grab our paraphernalia and exit the premises before it started getting messy.
Instead, I opted for the more sane approach.
Staying in my chair, I asked, “Why does your tummy hurt? Are you feeling sick?”
“No, not sick.” he replied, “I’m hungry. I’m T-I-N-N…hungry.”
Thank God.
Our firstborn is three and has learned the alphabet. Now he’s trying to spell words.
A few months ago, everything was spelled A-L-B.
He would say, “ Dada, I want to go to the libary.”
I pretended I didn’t understand. “You want to go to the store?”
His frustration was evident. “No, dada. Listen, I want to go to the A-L-B,” he slowed it down for me. ”Li…bar…y.”
“Oh! Okay. Got it.”
The funny thing is, those letters are in the word library. He was close.
I have big plans for that boy. I think he’s going to make it to the eighth grade.
to all of the other illiterate parents out there,
– Caleb
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