I've been dreading the day when Vaughn would discover that he, in large part, is the subject of this blog and become self-conscious, demanding that I cease and desist my accounts of his escapades (as I have read has been the case with other blog mommies and their children). At 8-1/2 now, and thanks to his "Everybody Reads" charter school's efforts, he is a monster reader. Tonight, I was trying to surreptitiously get in a quick entry, when I spot him hovering over my shoulder, eyes wide, reading my final draft. I hunkered down, preparing myself for the righteous indignation. Instead, he starts giggling, then out right laughing. Really?
The rest of the evening was spent with Vaughn shouting, "Read another one!" and me narrating past blog entries, ending with Vaughn collapsing into a fit of convulsive laughter.
Well, at least this buys me a little time until he understands what all those words mean between the "pee," "poot," "poop," and "butt."
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