In which a little education can be a dangerous thing.
There's way too much studying going on in this house.
Take me, for example. Although I should be reading up for my Series 24 Exam, scheduled for Thursday and a requirement of continued employment; I'm confident that a quick update to the website is far more critical. Besides, I've officially deemed it impossible to memorize the subtleties of Reg T and Rule 144.
Owen, on the other hand, is a far more diligent student. He never ceases to surprise us with how quickly he picks things up and, moreover, how easily he makes connections from one idea to the next.
A few weeks ago, for example, he and I went to the park to swing. As I was pushing him, we heard church bells in the distance.
"What's that," he asked.
"Church bells," I told him. "It means its time to go to Mass."
Flash forward to today. We were playing in the front yard when we heard an ice cream truck ringing its bell a few blocks over.
"Time for Mass," Owen said. I actually had to think for a few minutes before I realized the connection.
We can't help but attribute some of his cleverness to his new school. We recently enrolled Owen into Alpha Montessori for two days of the week. Although we know nothing of the Montessori method (we're actually going to a school workshop tomorrow to find out more), we liked the smaller classrooms and the attention we saw the kids getting when we toured.
(When I say "we" in reference to the research, it means "Robin.")
At any rate, he only went there a couple of times before he started calling it "fun school." And, the last time he got into trouble, he told us he wanted Miss 'Tasha-- his teacher at Alpha Montessori.
Miss Natasha (the extra syllable is challenging) did a lesson last time on water. Now all of Owen's food must be dunked in his cup before being eaten.
"Going into the sea," he explains.
It made sense with the fish sticks, but not so much the chow mein noodles.
What are they teaching kids in schools these days, anyway?
