Last week Mike came home from school. I asked how his day was. He shrugged and said, "Okay." I asked why it wasn't great. He said, "we didn't have math today, and we had to watch a movie.' I couldn't help but smile.
Last night as Brian and I were heading to bed I heard noise coming from the boys' room. I peeked in to see Mike sitting up in bed with papers. I asked what he was doing and he hung his head and said, "math." (I think he thought he was in trouble.) I asked if it was homework he forgot to do. "No, I was just writing out big numbers and dividing them." Can't get mad at a kid for doing math by the dim light that comes from the hall. In order to help him know I wasn't angry I told him about the math stuff I used to think about as I was trying to fall asleep. (It also kind of reminded me of when, as a little girl I would climb in my closet and read with the door closed so I wouldn't disturb my sister.)
I don't think Mike's brain ever stops working. I can't wait to see what he does when he gets older.
