At Leif's parent teacher conference last week I was told that he knew his numbers, colors and shapes... all but one.
What is this?
Well if you are my son, you are adamantly insistent that it is an "Eskimo".
His lead teacher quizzed him three times, two other teachers asked him as well (being that it was funny and all). He got tired of their prodding and finally proclaimed, "it's an Eskimo, why don't you know this?"
I tested him at home too. Drew a heart and asked him what it was.
"An Eskimo," he stated matter of factly at dinner.
I suppose we should be correcting him. But part of me would rather just start calling hearts "Eskimos" myself.
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