He's Got The Look

 Wally and his snake Cobra. He made it all by himself with paper and colored pencils. It took a good amount of time to make all those different scales. He asked me if I would mind taking a picture of him with Cobra. Will is running by with his Lightning McQueen below.

Every time we pull up in front of the Learning Center,  I have to pull a Mommy Moment on Wally and give him a list of what I expect fom him this session (pay attention, do your best work, follow instruction, watch for cars when you jump out,) and give him a pat down to make sure I eliminate all objects of distraction. This always results in  a small pile of treasures like sticks, wadded up pieces of paper,  a Bakugan, some change, rocks and business cards, (always rocks and business cards because Wally collects them.  They are special, doncha know?) being set aside until he is done.

Yesterday he had a pair of adult sized 3-d movie glasses perched on top of his head. I told him to hand em' over.  He said,
"Aww,  Maaaa-ooom! But they are part of my "Look."

Who am I to mess with a fashion statement?

And we have to keep a close eye on this boy because he picks things up that I would never in a million years guess that he could tune in to.

A few weeks before school ended Wally took a pre-test for his spelling words at school. He struggled with it, and didn't get any of the words right. This REALLY bothers Wally. He wants 100% on his spelling test, every time. He was talking about it with Del and told him,

"I got 0%...A.P.R."

I asked him where he heard about A.P.Rs? And he told me on a car commercial. I told Del that it apparently never too early to teach Wally that we are not fans of debt at our house. 0% A.P.R. or not!
Even if it makes no sense to Wally, he will repeat it. I got a call from his teacher that same day telling me that Wally had said #$%#, (a really bad word) at school that day.

I asked Wally, "Did you say a bad word at school today?"
Wally, "Is #$%# a bad word?"
Me, "Yes! So stop saying it!"

Oh, my goodness.
When I told Del the story, I used the word, and then felt like Ralphie's mom on "A Christmas Story," and contemplated putting a bar of soap in my mouth.