Fin is reading. Not Kafka or anything, but reading! He is far more comforted by numbers and can add, subtract, do simple multiplication, and understands fractions. He does not like to sound out the words, and much prefers to memorize, and guess at what the word is impatient with is own brain to figure out the word.
I went out and purchased a silly joke book to see if I could entice him to read them. An example would be:
How does a baker get rich?
He makes a lot of dough!
He would turn demurely, shyly smile and tell us.
“It’s not that funny”
When really what he is thinking is that it isn’t at all funny.
This from a child who can laugh to the point of redness and be totally unable to breathe over some so funny to him, yet husband and I look at each other in total wonder.
Despite all of that, he still has that humor that all young boys have that a fart takes the cake for the the most humorious event to ever happen on the planet.
