Wesley will be nine years old, later this month.
He’s an interesting little cookie, that boy, and if there is one of my children who I’m afraid I just don’t “get” well enough, it’s Wes.
Three things have tickled me in the last couple of days about Wesley:
- Last night, as I was making dinner, Wesley asked if he could help. “Sure!” I said, handing him the veggie peeler and a pound of carrots. After that task was completed, I asked him if he wanted to learn how to use the knife to slice about 8 oz of mushrooms. His face lit up. Mistakenly, I thought it was because of the knife. He set me straight, saying with enthusiasm, “Girls like boys who can cook!” Um, yes, Wes. Yes, they do.
- Wesley’s Teaching Textbooks Math 5 arrived in the mail, late Tuesday afternoon. I loaded it onto the computer yesterday morning, and by the end of the day, Wes had cranked out four lessons. Today, he has already done an additional four lessons, plus a quiz. He has spent virtually all of his spare time doing math and, in two days, he has accomplished about two weeks of math.
- On Monday night, I took Grant to a baseball game (he had won a free ticket in the summer reading program). During the game, I took a few pictures of Grant with my phone. Upon reviewing the snaps, I saw that Wesley had confiscated my phone and taken about 15 photos of himself, his sisters, and at least ten of various Lego men. I laughed hard.