I've been the laziest mother in the galaxy this week. More sweets, longer screen time and shorter walks. That's all I did for my child, as quality time. It's Sunday and I'm running out of excuses ... I need a really good book to put us on the right track.
The plan was great, except that my son was in the mood for science. As I was sitting on the sofa, wisely refining my reading strategy, I heard him shout:
"I want to check your teeth, mom!"
My son is so verbal that … No, wait, it’s not one of those jokes. I wish I were that funny … I'm actually complaining here. My 5-year-old son is so verbal that when he doesn’t speak, he sings. And when he doesn’t speak or sing, he utters half-melodious strings of gibberish talk. With an accent, a different one for any of his improvs.