S-m-a-r-t-y-p-a-n-t-s

Ike's a tough kid. I have no idea where he gets it from. But he's not all brawn. He was inspired to write a note to his teacher while on holiday break:

I'm so grateful. I so miss you Sadye

He's a lover too. 

I'd like to brag about his brains for a bit. He's in Preschool. Penmanship aside, that's pretty rad up there. I remember my first day of Kindergarten I forgot how to spell my name. After winter break in 4th Grade I forgot how to spell "of."

He's tough with a big heart and brains. Now that I think of it, he's all Rach.

So is Harry though (all he got from me are the fear, whining and chicken legs). Lately, he's been on a spelling jag. He spells his sentences now. As in, "I-w-a-n-t-c-h-i-c-k-e-n-n-u-g-g-e-t-s-f-o-r-d-i-n-n-e-r." He never spells, "p-l-e-a-s-e" though, which pisses me off to no end. Honestly, it's amazing to literally hear your kid's brain in action, but the truth is, I barely listened to him before. Now he might as well be using morse code to communicate with me.

The topper came the other day when he spelled "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious." I'm serious. But then again, so did I just now, so fuck him.

Actually, I googled it.
Then had to cut and paste it.

Once they learn to cook I'll be obsolete.