We are still going to the library every Wednesday morning for him to have time to learn with others in a controlled setting. He adores Library class.
He has also taken it upon himself to correct people when they say certain things. Like we were watching a commercial about a butterfly fairy toy so he says:
Taz: Mom, are butterfly fairies real?
Me: No…well only in your imagination.
Taz: Yes they are. I just saw it on TV. It’s a toy. *makes that DUH face*
Me: *shakes head*
See what I mean? I am raising the original smarty pants.
