A little precocious

Jonathan's just determined to grow up. This weekend, we realized several times that we've got one smart little boy on our hands. We drove over into the Valley for our last trip to the big Book Fair. We left relatively early in the morning; this was the opening day and we wanted to beat the crowds. Jonathan got kind of tired looking at all the trucks and campers on I-81 and started to fuss. I turned around and suggested he take a little sleep. He looked at me indignantly and said "I sleep ALL night long!"

The Book Fair was great and we got a huge pile for Jonathan. On the way back we visited the Crozet Firefighter's Fair (with a detour home for a bath and a nap after a diaper mishap of epic proportions.) Jonathan was mesmerized with the clog dancing, loved touching all the fire trucks, and tried to crawl through the large inflatable train, but decided he didn't like it very much once he got in. He went to bed early, but not before bringing up all his new books and placing them on the bookshelves. He insisted on hearing two of his Curious George books four times in quick succession. (I really need to not buy the books that will drive me crazy to read over and over.)

Next morning, he seemed to need a few extra cuddles. He crawled in to see me, meowing and telling me "I'm a kitty cat!" I petted him and scratched him behind the ears. He asked for my help in putting his slippers over his hands and said "I need them." I asked him why and he told me "Kitty cats don't have hands!" Good point, I thought. He was a kitty several times throughout the day. He'd ask me to pull his tail and I'd pull on his leg. Then he'd tell me "Say sorry!" and I'd have to say "I'm sorry, kitty cat. I didn't mean to pull your tail." Then he'd meow and smile.

It was another early bedtime. We read three stories from the new books and he asked for his snuggle. As he climbed into bed, he pulled out his two favorite George books from under the covers, where he'd had them during his nap. He told me he wanted to sleep with the George books, and I told him that was okay. We had our last hug of the night and he started leafing through the pages. I listened to him whisper for a moment and realized he had already memorized the opening page.