shooted

Well, it's Hanukkah. And on the second night, Harry wondered if the Hanukkah guy was coming so we could open presents. Jews of the world, take note. We need a Hanukkah guy.

The other day I told him to look in his room for his shoe and he said he already did and it's not there. I said yes it is. He said, no it's not, "I looked and my eyes were big and I could see the whole room and I didn't see it." The shoe was there, but at least I now know he's a forest not a tree guy.

We watched Iron Giant and he asked me why the hunters "shooted" the deer. Trying to avoid the subject of hunting for at least a few more months, I said some people shoot the animals and eat them for food. He asked me if I shooted the chicken we had last night.

Out of nowhere Ike can count to 14 now. He also knows lots of letters. Now that everything is about sibling rivalry, if Ike knows something Harry doesn't... it gets ugly fast. I've been trying to slow his learning down but I can't.

Ike also smiles mischievously and asks, "whahsay?" He'll keep doing it over and over and I have to admit it's very cute for the first thirty times.