Dangerboy has, little by little, been learning how to read and spell. We've been enjoying the signs he's made for posting around the house, including "Clozd" and "No Bab" (no babies). If we push too much to get him to read to us, he pushes back, but when he's in the mood he's actually getting quite skillful. He likes silly words so far, sound effect words: "flop," "zap," boom," stuff like that. "Poop." You know, the useful stuff.
He's also developed a taste for rock and roll. Unfortunately for me, "rock and roll" for him means anything with a male vocalist and distortion guitar. Oh, and it has to be upbeat--ballads don't count. His favorite song lately, next to "Twinkle Twinkle" is "Crazy Train" by Ozzy Osbourne. And when we're in the car, nothing but his flavor of rock and roll will do--no Dave Matthews Band, no Beatles, no Elvis. These things are not rock and roll. When he finally listens to the good stuff, he scrunches down in his seat, gets a wild look in his eye, juts out his jaw and wiggles it back and forth. Sometimes a little air guitar. Who do you think he got this from--me or PDaniel? I have my theories. His dad has taught him to finish the phrase, "Hey, it's only rock and roll..."
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DB is really quite the little man, isn't he? Perhaps I am biased as your friend, but he has always struck me as way, way above average intelligent...and then some. The things he says and comes up with on his own always impress me so much. Plus, he is a darling to look at as well, let's be honest.
More DB stories, please! :)
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