Nate is the last one to arrive at the classroom just about every morning. He is dropped off at one end of the school and must travel to the other end to get to kindergarden. It's a long walk, and he has short legs, I'll give him those, but the fact that he stops to tell every person he sees his life story is what has him trickling in. It must come in chunks because the kid is only five years old and he's had six months to catch everyone up.
The other day he announced that his foot was broken. He's not sure how it happened, of course, but nontheless, it surely happened. Somewhere between the car and the front door of the building apparently, and somewhere between P.E. and recess it healed up quite nicely. That is, until the next day. After about 4 days the schtick wore off, probably because the limp was too much work.
Today was the Nate and the Storm story, Part II. We had to cut him off yesterday due to time restraints - that kid can talk. But he can tell a story too, with great detail such as what his Mom said to his neighbor in between claps of thunder and the blanket his mom put on top of him. He's perfectly animated throughout and I'm thrilled that my smile or chuckle doesn't throw him off.
The other day he announced that his foot was broken. He's not sure how it happened, of course, but nontheless, it surely happened. Somewhere between the car and the front door of the building apparently, and somewhere between P.E. and recess it healed up quite nicely. That is, until the next day. After about 4 days the schtick wore off, probably because the limp was too much work.
Today was the Nate and the Storm story, Part II. We had to cut him off yesterday due to time restraints - that kid can talk. But he can tell a story too, with great detail such as what his Mom said to his neighbor in between claps of thunder and the blanket his mom put on top of him. He's perfectly animated throughout and I'm thrilled that my smile or chuckle doesn't throw him off.
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