Or at least mine is.
In late April, right after George lost a tooth, he comes up to me and softly says, "The Tooth Fairy isn't real. It's make believe. I figured out that it's your mom and dad."
Hm. Well, whatdya know. Still not sure if he gets it about Santa or the Easter Bunny but we're not asking. He's more than happy to play along. But of coarse, the Tooth Fairy is bringing him money, so why wouldn't he?
Since that time he hasn't mentioned anything like that, until he pulled out his 6th tooth in the last 2 months night before last. He had put it in a baggy, and whispered to me, "Mom, I just want you to know where my tooth is for, you know, when they Tooth Fairy comes, since that's you." LOL. Love that kid.
Tooth before this one, yeah, he ate it. Fell out while he was sleeping. He ripped his bed apart the next morning looking for it, even taking the mattress off. I told him if he really wanted to find it he'd probably have to look in his poop. He refused to believe that.
He has also started some new hobbies. We recently came upon a calligraphy set. Once I got the ink flowing for him, he wrote and wrote. There are guides and tracing paper and examples with it and he has followed some of them to a T. Sort of an odd hobby for a seven year old but he's always enjoyed writing and drawing so I guess that's not too far off.
Last week it was knitting. I took up knitting a few years ago as something to do for myself. Well the kids have always been fascinated by it and lately he has been asking me to teach him how. Well, every time I pick it up I have to reteach myself. I kind of thought that it would be too difficult for him but figured that finger knitting might be a better way to start. I brought up a video on YouTube, watched it, showed him how, and then he sat there and watched it and practiced all on his own. We all ended up with some very thin, long, light blue "scarves." It was cute, his fascination and concentration with it all, but sort of disconcerting. I mean, it's not many little boys that knit for fun, if you know what I mean. So the social ramifications had me a bit worried. But as I was telling the Kong about this new endeavor, he said, "Oh, yeah. I was just like that when I was little. Always wanting to learn new things." Phew. I was worried how much I would have to shield him from ridicule. But my hubs knows how to do, and is good at doing, many many things. So if that's where all this leads, then hey. Keep on!
Did I ever tell you he's color blind? Runs in my family on my mom's side with males. My grandpa (who was an electrician and also helped build many of the rides at Disney Land, e.g. It's a Small World and Pirates of the Caribbean.), both my brothers. Now George.
He has never been one to care about what he wears, except for some shirts, and the button up ones he likes buttoned up all. the way. Despite how much we try to convince him otherwise. He doesn't really care if he bathes. But since we are still working on hygiene issues, I like him to bathe. Saturday I had him shower before bed. While in the bathroom, he gels his hair. I tried to explain that that needs to be done in the morning so it won't get messed up. He doesn't quite get it. Sunday, he gets up, comes down all dressed (which is totally NOT like him), wearing a rather nice shirt (also not like him), paired with some holey-knee-ed jeans. Now, I'm ok with holes in the knees but these are REALLY holey. And while we want to be holy at church, I'd prefer they not be holey. So I made him change. But it was clear that I was messing up his fashion statement. Say what? Well... then... he comes out of the bathroom and says, how do I look, mom? (HUH?) And he's kind of holding his head funny. Ah yes, He's gelled his hair again. So cute. And I'm thinking, is there a cute girl at church I don't know about? (not likely. He's pretty clueless about that kind of thing. So far.)
Later, I discover his hair gel has made it not only in the sink but on the wall. I got a good chuckle from that. After church, I notice his hair gel job is like something out of the movie "Something About Mary." (If you don't know, don't ask.)