He is charming, truly, when he wants to be. I usually have to wait patiently through monosyllabic answers to my inquiries before I find the charming, warm, witty soul.
For thirty minutes tonight, I listened to his version of the interaction between his teacher and him. I can't recreate it and do it justice; let's just say he got caught talking, was redirected, and when he finished his work, we went back to talking. When he was called on it again, he proudly displayed his finished work.
His charm was successfully thwarted, and I believe he returned to his desk appropriately, but if you could have seen his grin as he relayed the interaction. So priceless. He truly believes he is cuter, smarter than the rules. I am sure that this is one of the consequences of marrying his overly confident, very witty, intelligent, egotistical father. Wade says I shouldn't call him "little Joey" with such disdain - after all, "You did choose him! So there must be something about the both of us that you like!"
Clearly, I am going to have to find another pathway to teach this child humility.
Thankful for the thirty minutes he chose to spend with me, even if I had to wait for the end of x box football and several monosyllabic answers.
#bestrongandcourageous my son