When Anders went to pick up Anders yesterday he had the
other children gathered around him as he read word flashcards to the
class. At one point, a kid read “there”
as “three.” Anders dismissively ignored
him and just went on drilling flashcards with his classmates.
Sometimes I wonder if Anders is my son. He reads as well as I did at age 7. He also sleeps through the night without
wetting his bed at all. Again, he’s
about four years ahead of my pace!
But there is one instance where the apple doesn’t fall far
from the tree. Anders is a preternatural
and prolific farter. His farting
instincts are uncanny. He knows when to
jump off the couch for more sound.
Anders knows to blame others like “Stinky Mommy” or “Stinky Daddy.” He
figured out the cuddle fart on his own, snuggling up on the couch by saying,
“Oh, I love you,” then letting one rip and hopping away. Anders was body slamming me last night, he
landed with his butt to my face and let rip!
You can’t teach moves like this, its instinct! We have a problem because I think this is one
of the funniest things I’ve ever experienced, while Anna is properly grossed
out.
Generally Anders is speaking more authoritative with less
questioning in his voice. He is speaking
more clearly and saying more interesting things. He is not a toddler anymore, he’s a kid now.
Anders loved trick or treating as a calculator. The funniest thing was when we stopped at
some bikers’ house. They gave Anders one
of everything and they had a lot of everything.
Anders eyes got wide and his mouth was agape. He was all in after that house. He loved trick or treating and was fully
invested from that house on. He marched
up to the houses, said trick or treat loudly, and thank you, and Happy
Halloween.
Well, I’m almost off the bus, so farewell for now.
Postscript:
Anna let out such a joyful noise when the president was
reelected last night that it roused Anders from bed. He looked like a disheveled and annoyed
father awakened in the night by his teenage daughter sneaking back in the
house.
