Today, I’m hanging out with Simon. We’re having all sorts of fun (more on that…later). Then, my mom and I were talking about possible plans for tomorrow. Since I no longer work on Sundays, it is fun to be able to plan activities.
Since Simon is only four, I am still in the habit of spelling things so that he can’t understand me–when we’re tentatively discussing something, I spell the fun parts so he doesn’t get his hopes up.
I guess he’s figured out my system.
Me: “You could come to my house tomorrow and we could go to the P-A-R-K”
Mom: That might be fun.
Simon: “Or we could go to your house tomorrow and go to the O-P-I-O”
Simon: “That spells pool.”
So, he can’t spell, but apparently he’s wise to my tricks.