"I'm three, you one..."

Boys excited for the fountain!

In class today...

Feeding oreos to baby?

NJ: Yes!

Books on tape. 

Fireman with his axe.

He insisted on playing in this room. He unfolded the rug and pulled out his cars. I guess he really misses playing in here or he's tired of playing in his room. It was so hot on this side of the  house. He kept asking me to play with him, but just sitting in there made me sweat! I followed him with his cars, bounced the ball back and forth, and added to his sketch book. 

I sat across from him on this little table eating corn during dinner. This is part of the conversation we had: 

NJ- "I'm three, you one, and Baba twenty-one."

- "Mama is one and Baba is twenty-one?"

NJ- "Yeah, because Baba has a birthday we have cake and a party and he's twenty-one. And then it's my birthday, I'll be four." 

- "Oh, ok."

NJ- "And Ah-gong is twenty-one too. And Ah-ma. And Gong-gong and other Ah-ma is twenty-one too." 

Hmm, I'm happy he thinks I'm young. But Baba and all his grandparents the same age? I suppose he only counts to 29/30 (sometimes, it varies), so his numbers are limited.