On this particular day, 3B was the pen and the paper. My shirt was also briefly the paper. I guess now we’ll see if these new stamp pens really are washable.
Last night, 3B enjoyed some new paper in a more relaxed setting.
These books came from Aunt S, who had overheard on her last visit that he loved the one book we had, which was given to me by Dad and Mom many moons ago. She sent along a stack of 15 or so Berenstain Bears books in a box that 3B could hardly wait to open.
When we got through our front door, I went to get a knife to cut the tape open, but 3B flipped the box over and opened up the bottom, which had tape he could tear through. Once he saw it was a stack of books, he insisted that I sit down right there with him in the foyer and read two of them to him.
We’ve since gone through the rest of the books, some of them several times, which has allowed 3B to pick up key phrases–“You shut up!” which he deploys in proper context, so that’s fun–and key concepts. 3B, who regularly takes on personas from Johnny Cash to Alison Krauss, now takes on the persona of Tuffy, the girl bully bear from the book on bullying.
Somehow, I’m thinking that the moral of that little tale hasn’t really sunk in yet. Or we’re in for some fun when 3B gets to kindergarten. I don’t know which will be more fun–the parent-teacher conference about the bullying or about the pink skirt and headband he’s sporting.