Propagating the Species
What happens when two word-loving, reading, first-born homeschoolers fall in love, marry, and begat a word-loving, book-devouring, homeschooled first-born son? Statements like this from the mouth of a newly seven-year-old:
Mrs. Nelson: “Good job jumping off the diving board, Hans!”
Hans: “Well, I told my dad I would jump off the diving board, so I knew I had to fulfill it!”
“Jaeger and I are playing Starcraft with our toys. I am primarily using rockets.”
“I am eager to lose more teeth!”
“I made the swords moderately sharp. They are not blunt.”
“No, Jaeger, you don’t want Mom’s granola. It has no sugar, whereas our granola does.”
(p.s. The fact that my granola has no sugar is a technicality I told them to dissuade their covetousness. In truth, it has a boatload of honey.)
Our boys would be good friends! E. talks like a book, too, and isn’t it wonderful to listen to?
He recently started using “thee” and “thou” just to see what he thought about it…