Yesterday Little Dude had a little bit of trouble at school. We talked about it. I gave him a warning that he better shape up. It was nothing huge and I attribute it to adjusting to school and testing the limits. Then we moved on.
But testing the boundaries did not stop there.
I was oblivious to the incident because I was freezing my ass off at the soccer field with GG. The husband was trying to catch up on some work and Little Dude capitalized on this opportunity.
I came home to find a boy who had once again discovered the joys of art. Little Dude loves to draw and color, but sometimes he thinks his own skin in the paper. And quite often black is his favorite marker to use.
I walked in the door, arms full of soccer stuff, to see his belly. On his belly was his name! Thank goodness it wasn't his face and I will say this - I was not happy he used his body for paper, but I will admit I was tempted to find a marker and write "Hi, my name is..." above his creation!
As mad as I was I must say I was rather impressed. From his perspective, his name was written not only backwards but upside-down! The letters were in the correct order and made exactly how they should be if you were intentionally writing backwards.
I really wish I was able to take a picture of it, but he found some wipes and cleaned himself off. And that made me quite thankful that he used a washable marker and not a Sharpie!
Lower case letters are not something we worked on over the past year, so I can at least say that he has now mastered writing his name using lower case letters!
Until next time....