When he started the school year,
his teacher explained that not all kindergarteners
(approximately half- state wide)
are reading when the school year ends.
A. was working through the homework primers on his own.
Sounding out words.
Learning a little comprehension along the way.
I think I underestimated him.
I went to Meijer on Monday to pick up some groceries.
I had to look for some sole inserts for
Dave's boots to tide us over until we
can afford a new pair of Red Wings.
There was a specific kind I was told to get.
I'm looking and looking.
C. is "helping" me.
A. goes to look at the clearance end cap-
which is approx. 2 feet away.
He must have slipped into the next aisle, because I hear a question from him:
(projected loudly...so I can hear what he's asking)
"Mom? What's rib-bid for her please....pleaser?
(trying to breathe here)
(Sandy control yourself, don't freak out!)
Yes, he found the family planning aisle.
I dropped all hunting for insoles,
and turned the corner to find my
six year old reading the box of Trojans
in his hands.
And of course, I can be as calm as I want...but the fact that my face was literally as red as a lobster totally gave me away.
So, while I'm totally impressed that my fresh-out-of-kindergarten son can read labels like that...I think I'll take that as a warning to keep him out of the health and beauty department...
...for the next 20 years.