Quinn The Mute

I have mentioned before that Quinn has an absolutely amazing grasp of the English language. You really should hear him -- you would never believe that he was only two. Apparently, he has been keeping this fact his little secret at school.

Quinn has gone to this school since September, so for about 4 months. They have him in a class with kids his age, but every time I pick him up I always feel like he seems more mature than his little classmates. I figured that it was just because, like any other mom, I think my child is brilliant and above his peers. But it turns out that I was actually right!

So there is Quinn, hardly saying a word for four months, when a few days ago he apparently decided to come out of his shell. His teacher handed him a juice, and after taking a sip he looked at her and said in his perfect little voice, "Mmmm. This is good juice. What kind of juice is this?" Her jaw hit the floor. She said, "It's grape juice," to which he replied, "Oh. Huh. I like grape juice!" When I picked him up, the teacher told me they were going to bump him up to the older class so he could have some kids to talk to.

Now when I pick him up, the teachers are so impressed with little Q. They say, "He knows everything!" Which, really, he does. Point to any object in any room or any person and he will tell you what it is. In a proper sentence with correct grammar to boot! Amazing little guy, that Q.

As far as work goes, my first week was fantastic. Great students, great staff, great great school! Quinn has adjusted perfectly, but even more amazing, so has Henry. I kept Henry in his MWF school, but also am sending him to Quinn's school on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The first Tuesday he went was two thumbs WAY down! It was raining so they didn't play on the playground. Stirke one. Tuesday is also sharing day in his class, but since no one bothered to tell me that, he didn't bring anything to share. Strike two. And then, ..., THEY MADE HIM NAP. Stirke three, you're outta there! Henry hasn't napped since he was two, despite many, many attempts on my part. Naps are ancient history to him. I had no clue they wold make the four year-old class nap, so I didn't warn him. And he was PISSED. Plus I made the mistake of getting there right as nap ended, so all of his rage was right at the surface. He said that he was NEVER GOING TO THAT SCHOOL AGAIN! NEVER!

But guess what? When my husband dropped him off on Thursday, he was a little grumpy, but by the time I picked him up (a solid 20 minutes after nap-time ended -- I ain't no fool) he was downright chipper! He loved it! Go figure.