...for Halloween. We feel it is only appropriate that our scary smart 3 year old wants to be a doctor for Halloween. She's been telling us that she either wants to be a teacher or a doctor when she grows up. We figure either she'll be broke when she grows up or we will. Whichever it may be one thing we are certain of, this kid is scary smart. But don't take my word for it.
Reba is her teachers' absolute favorite. They aren't allowed to have favorites so they spell f-a-v-o-r-i-t-e. A lot of good that does, this kid is learning to spell! Jacob, as any other normal Kindergartner, is learning his phonetics and how to spell (don't get me wrong, my son is brilliant as well). Reba is taking his flash cards when he's not using them and spelling the words with the magnets on the fridge. Seriously.
She also talks non stop, a trait I'm afraid she inherited from me. Besides the "r"s being a little mispronounced (she sounds like she's from Boston) you would think you are talking to an elementary aged child. She also sings - but not just normal kid songs, she makes up words to tunes she knows. Usually she's pretty good, too.
Her Sunday School teacher, Mr. Willy, raves about her. He says she's getting abstract ideas like unconditional love and where Jesus is. I guess her theology is good, but what kills me is when we are sitting in church and the Pastor is doing the prayers for the people - Reba is responding with "Lord, hear our prayer." It melts a Mom's heart...
We are really in for it. She is just smart enough to get in some really fantastic trouble. For now, I will humor her with some doctor scrubs for her Halloween costume, but who knows what's next?