No one could mistake the resemblence between The Boy and his father. He looks like him. He acts like him. He wants to be just like his father. However, I was pleased to discover yesterday that he has at least a little bit of me in him.
As many of you may know, I was a librarian in a former life and although on first glance the books in our family library look a bit disorganized (because they have been reshelved by the short people) we started with a great deal of thought to it all, with a reference section, literature and history sections in chronological order, etc. Yesterday evening, I asked The Boy to put away all the baby books scattered around the house and he spent twice as long as necessary, categorizing them all. First he put all the books by the same authors together and then organized all the other books by topics, such as animals, potty-training, vehicles...
I was so proud.
4 years ago