We had an interesting weekend with Mathias. His Madison grandparents got him a trailer bike–or whatever those one-wheeled bikes that hook onto the back of another bike are called–and despite freezing weather he coerced his mom into taking him around the block four times. At the Twin Cities Auto Show this afternoon he spotted the Jeeps from about 100 feet away, yelled “Jeeps!” and once at the exhibit refused to leave. Back at home this afternoon he started counting in Spanish, and this evening demonstrated a firm grasp of interpretive dance.
Not sure what tomorrow will bring. At the rate he’s going, I wouldn’t be surprised if he discovered, before bedtime, a repeatable method for creating cold fusion in the bathtub.
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