The Gibber is enrolled in a Montessori day care; it’s a pretty neat place, and I mean “neat” in two ways. Firstly, as in “cool.” Secondly, neat as in Montessori teaches kids to put things away when they are done with them. Want to play with a set of toys? Okay, take them out of the box, play with them, then put them back.
Not that The Gibber is getting much verbal instruction at this stage of his life (well, probably a lot more than we think). But kids are great at observation.
Over the weekend we were horsing around, and he reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out my to-do list for the day. He crumpled the paper, then stuck it in his mouth and chewed for a while, then took it out and wadded it up a little more. Finally and very deliberately he put it back in my shirt pocket. Then he grinned and applauded himself.
Okay, applause. I’ll have him read this when he’s a teenager and won’t clean his room….