Before this school year ends I must ask your teacher how casually she uses the word "amazing", because she uses it every time she and I talk about you.
Yes, you are amazing.
To me you've been amazing since the day Mom told me, standing in our garage, that you even existed. And of course, few boys are reading at your age and maybe fewer still can be trusted to work autonomously with a roller and tray while painting the front of the house, but I still have to wonder (if for no reason other than to keep my swollen pride in check) whether you are "amazing" in a routine sort of way, or if you're exceptional even among her vast experiences with exceptional children.
At the end-of-year picnic she was telling me about a lesson on the decimal system she was giving a 5-yr-old while you looked on, following everything and correctly answering questions that hadn't actually been aimed your way. She asked me when your birthday was again and said, "Turned three in November. Amazing!"
We'll tackle the porch next:
A vacuum salesman came to the door while we were working. He stopped mid-spiel when he got a look at you and concernedly blurted out, "Uh, he's got paint on his mouth!" You can see it in the second photo (click to enlarge). It's actually Greek yogurt from lunch, heehee!
UPDATE:
I spoke with your teacher. You are amazing among her experiences with children. She pointed specifically to the fact that very few students begin reading in their first year with her. I think that's why she was all the more impressed by your November birthday.
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