This morning, XV was telling us all about the pictures on the walls in our bedroom. Most of them are wolves, and he pointed out the different shades of gray in each wolf. So I pointed to a cross-stitched wolf that I made for Joel around the time we were married, and asked about that one:



He told us that this wolf had dark legs and gray ears and other features, "and she's making a baby wolf." We all looked back at the picture in surprise and I asked "how can you tell?" He pointed toward the darker shading on the wolf's chest and said, "See there are little feet under her neck and those are the baby wolf's feet!"

Who knew?

Joel wrote this up after returning from dropping XV off at preschool:



Dad: So, XV, what does your monkey sound like?

XV: I'm not a monkey.

Dad: What are you, then?

XV: I'm a kid.

Dad: What does a kid sound like?

XV: (pause) Hello!

Dad: That's cute! What does a monkey sound like?

XV: Ooh ooh! Ah ah! That's a monkey sound.

Dad: That's good! How 'bout a kitty?

XV: Meow! (giggle)

Dad: And a dog?

XV: Woof! (giggle)

Dad: Good! And a birdie?

XV: Cheep cheep! (giggle, giggle)

Dad: Anything else?

XV: Purr! Purr!

Dad: Hah! How does a teacher sound?

XV: (pause) Hello! Just like me!

Dad: Is that all?

XV: Um... Hello, welcome for visiting our class.

Dad: How 'bout a mama? How does she sound?

XV: I Love You! Hi!

Dad: Hah! What about a daddy?

XV: (long pause) Um... there are some bad words in that.

AZ brought home a bunch of flyers about sport team sign up. We were discussing them and asking him if he would like to pick a sport and join a team this year.

AZ (always the considerate caring one): "I think I'll choose soccer so that XV can play too" (It was the only one that also had a four year old team.)

Me: "That's very sweet, but you would be on different teams anyway. You'd be on a team for 8 year olds, or maybe 7 year olds, depending on where it starts."

XV (bursting defiantly into the room): "Hey! I'm Four and I know how to kick. I taught my own self!"