Wednesdays is one of the busiest most hectic days in the week for us. Especially this week because N’s Oil Pastel Class starts, and H’s Magnetism Class starts. This morning we had bit of a to do with logistics. N had signed up to do her live presentation for her project for her Mammals class, but S said she had group at 8:45 and so would need the Mac, and by the time I came downstairs, N was not doing her presentation and H was using the Mac. So N rescheduled her live presentation next week.
Then, H’s Magnetism class starts at 9, so basically today, we had class starting at 6:30 am, then another at 7 am, then another at 9 am, then my class at 10 (had to anxiously wait for H’s class to finish on time so I wouldn’t be late for my class), and N’s Oil Pastel at 11. And now only N is in class, the rest of us had lunch. H made fried rice.
I read If You Were A Parrot By Katherine Rawson with Z this morning. I also showed him the photos of the author and illustrator at the back, and told him that this lady wrote the story and this other lady drew the pictures. I also told N about the illustrator, and I love that she included some info about how she does her illustrations.
We had actually read it yesterday and today he picked that book again. Yesterday I didn’t have the chance to expound on it while I was reading since we were rushing to go to the library, but today I had time, so each time we read the pages about what features the parrot has, I reminded him of Jce’ parrot that we used to babysit once in a while.
“Do you remember, Jce’ bird would climb up on you, and chew on your ears?”
“Did Jce’s bird play in his water?”
It looks as if a sliver of memory of the bird is passing in his mind and then came his answer, “Yeah.”
“Did he use to look in the mirror too?”
“You remember, he eats nuts and seeds?”
He wanted to make the fake beak, so I told him to get some construction paper and we made him a beak, a black one. He went around with it, pretending to chew on a pencil. Then he started saying to me,
“I want four toes!”
“But Allah already gave you a nice foot. Four toes is for a parrot.”
What do you expect when you read a book called, If You Were A Parrot.
After my class started, he would come in every now and again in the room and tell me, “I want four toes.”
All this while I was in class. It was getting annoying.
We need to read another book so he would forget about this one.
Well, by this time I did read more books to him. We read,
Excuse Me by Lisa Kopelke
I wanted to read this one first because I had checked it out some time ago, but he didn’t want me to. Somehow then I read the one below first and then he took Excuse Me! and wanted me to read it because he liked the Tissue Please story.
Tissue Please by Lisa Kopelke
Waiting for Wings by Lois Ehlert