I'm in denial that my baby is 3 already. He is too. Whenever anyone, be it family member, teacher, stranger in the store, asks Graham how old he is now, he replies, "It's a surprise." If given the chance, he will go on, "If I tell you, it won't be a surprise anymore."
I think it's cute. Greta is nothing short of exasperated. She tried telling him, "Graham, it's actually not a surprise to anyone. We ALL KNOW that you are three." Now, she has given up and chimes in, "He's three," before he has a chance to utter the ridiculous. He does it anyways, of course.
I think that he might actually be a bit befuddled about the whole affair, actually. When his preschool teacher told him, "Happy Birthday," he replied, "Happy Birthday to you."
And, when given the opportunity to choose the song for the class to sing at school ( I was present as a special birthday guest), Graham said he wanted to sing, "Thomas, James and Gordon discover Stanley."
His sweet teacher ran through a litany of choices that the kids actually sing in class, but Graham insisted on "Thomas, James and Gordon discover Stanley."
So, Miss Kelly said, "OK. We'll make up that song today." The teachers, Graham, and I sang the above lyrics to a semi-monotonous "tune." Then, Miss Kelly looked to Graham, who continued, "And they were sooooo prouuuud."
He's right about one thing. He's full of surprises.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
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