Yesterday, the Gibbon runs from the bathroom, and out of nowhere asks, how do I write my name in the snow, Mommy?
In response, I asked how to make a G. He wiggled his finger in the air, showing me the outline of the letter.
When I told him he'd have to wriggle his booty an awful lot to write his name in the snow, he dropped it without any other questions. I guess it wasn't worth the effort.
Now, I'm dreading that he'll repeat his question in Kindergarten next winter. The teacher asks him to practice his name, and he'll respond can I write in the snow?