My son is so smart. I realize every mother says this, but in my case, it is true.
Tonight Austin came running into the kitchen from outside. He had been playing volleyball with Hayden. I went out to peak earlier and Hayden was asking, "When did you learn about volleyball?"
"Mommy, mommy, I need to show you something!" Close behind him was Hayden, affirming the urgency of the forthcoming marvel. I followed them outside, wondering what it possibly could be, as I had just been outside 4 and half minutes prior.
He pulls me over to my little garden and then with great hand gestures (arms spread wide and waving toward the plants, says in his best magician impression(?): "I now present to you...the green tomato!"
Well, we were pleased to see the tomato, but Hayden and I were floored by Austin's use of language and staging.
I have been around a couple three year olds lately and I'm certain they could not have pulled off such pageantry AND linguistic dexterity.
There are countless examples like this on a daily basis. This is but one. I wanted to capture it here before it fades as newer, more amazing moments barrel into view.
