Little children crack me up.  Especially four-year-olds.

This morning, Christopher complained about his foot.  "It hurts, Mama!"  As he was lolling in front of his cereal, he said, "Mama.  My foot is telling me not to eat the cereal.  It goes right down to my toe and makes it hurt.  And then it comes up and down and up and down."  Turns out he had a fever of 104.1, so I gave him some leeway on self-reported pain.

This afternoon, during school (he's feeling better, with a little help from our friends Mr. M and Mrs. T.  (Motrin and Tylenol).  We did the pages for "E" in Handwriting Without Tears, which uses all the same-size horizontal strokes.  Then I cracked the Kumon Upper Case Letters book for extra practice.  "Mama, why are these lines, Looong, Short, Loong???"  I explained to him that the same-size lines were correct and made for learning them easily, but that the others were slightly more correct and slightly more fancy.  After a moment of reflection, he responded, "I think these (the Kumon letters) were made in Paris."

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