I told them what I remembered of it and then Greg piped in with, "And I heard -- this is really weird, but -- I heard that they also found an ipod in there." Followed by a l e n g t h y explanation of how the ipod (nano) was used and what materials it was made of etc. I rolled my eyes and waited for him to finish. But then someone else chimed in with, "And there was a cell phone in there!" "No, it was an mp3 player!"
I was blocking this all out as I dished out seconds until there was a break and Evie said, "Actually, they found out that it was an mp1 player." And I burst out laughing. Because that was funny.
The hallway on our main floor is very long and fairly wide (it's very Polish so it's not an open plan and there are doorways off the hall to the playroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom and down stairs. You can sort of see part of it in one picture on this post) and it's David and Aaron's domain. They race their cars there, play their wrestling games there and, most recently, play soccer there. That hallway is always full of loud, usually happy, noises.
Last night before bed David followed me up the stairs saying, "Mom, you wanna know what a cute sport Aaron is? And what a nice sport?" (can you tell he doesn't live in a country where he ever really hears the term "good sport" ?) After I caught my breath again after the darlingness of the question, he told me that they had been playing soccer and every time David had scored a goal Aaron had raised his hands high above him and shouted, "GOOOOOOAL!" ("DOOOOOOH!") and then clapped and said, "Bravo!" ("Dah-doh!"). I don't know for sure which I loved more, David's question or Aaron's cheerleading.
Then, while I was changing his sheets and he was putting on his pajamas, David got all confidential and started telling me lots of interesting stuff, not the least of which was the fact that his teacher had told him that he should have Evie teach him how to read.
Evie is a very good reader. Her speed, comprehension and elocution* is really a pleasure to listen to. In second (or first?) grade her teacher referred us to a something or other where Evie could develop or display or something her talent for reading. We didn't do anything about it, though, because we're lame (and didn't really know what it was about, as you may have gathered).
I thought that was a pretty good idea for Evie to help him with his reading (she's helped him some in the past). All last year and all summer long I read with him almost every day for practice, but his progress has been kind of slow. With Evie, I taught her what sound every letter makes and she pretty much started reading the next day.
I asked him, "Does your teacher know that I read with you every day?" And he told me that his teacher just suggested that he read with Ev because she reads "reeeeeeeeeally well" (David's teacher used to be Evie's) and that he shouldn't read with me or dad.
Of course I was a little curious about that. "Really!?! She told you NOT to read with us?" Finally he sighed and said, "Okay, fine. You're asking me so I'll tell you the truth. She said that I shouldn't practice reading with you." I found this to be very humorous.
This makes perfect sense, of course. I mean, she knows that every single time I talk to her I am not confident in my Polish. It seems obvious that I might not read well in Polish. But I think I can confidently say that I am not a bad reader in Polish. It's very easy, actually, because each letter or set of letters only makes one sound. You just memorize them and you can read. But his teacher has no way of knowing how I read.
But of course I had to say, "Tell your teacher that I'm the one who taught Evie to read." Because I did. And also because Come On.
*Thanks for the word, Heidi!