A Smattering of Affection

So, my six-year-old loves to read. Like the jumping-up-and-down-because-the-library-has-the-books-I-need kind of adoration/affection/undying love/obsession. Right now his bookshelf boasts a smattering of books including the fifth Underland Chronicles, the sixth 39 Clues, and the eleventh Lemony Snicket's: A Series of Unfortunate Events. He rotates amongst these (as well as many others) and agrees, rather amicably, to read much simpler stories to his little sister. (Which is invaluable when I'm trying to lay the baby down.)

As his mother, it has become quite entertaining to listen to the budding vocabulary spilling from his jack-o-lantern teeth:

"I propose..." he said one afternoon while tapping his fingers together.
"Oh, I am so ashamed of myself!" He accidentally made his baby brother cry.
"Mom? How many years are in a century?" This was while beginning the fifth Gregor book.
"I don't like these Roman numerals." Frowning at The Little Prince.
"These nails that go in the pontoon are stubborn." This was while working on a craft at Home Depot.
And my favorite, after I commented on my baby's fascination with my wedding ring: "That's because Lincoln's thinking of your devotion to Dad."

Did I talk like this when I was six? I promise you, I most certainly did not; but how I wish I did. Just think how literary I could now be!

Your turn. Brag away to me! Sorry this post comes across as uppity/snobbish/otherwise immensely stuck-upish. But you can't stay too mad at me after seeing me use a word like stuck-upish, right? Right??! So leave a comment, and tell me the cool things YOU or your kids did this week. :)

*If you want a six-year-old as your friend on Goodreads, just let me know!