Rocky: What’ the letter this week?
Rocky: Does garbage can start with “T”?
Me: No, garbage can starts with “G”. Guh-Garbage can.
Rocky: Oh. Does leaf start with “T”?
He’s got a ways to go with his letters. Actually, I find it more impressive that he didn’t accidentally run into something that started with the letter T as we walked under the trees while trucks whizzed by. But today, the letter game got a bit more baffling.
We were in a quite a rush. Veronica had slept about an hour total that night and the morning moved sluggishly. So I threw him up on shoulders and we were off.
Rocky: What’s the letter this week?
Me: Hmm. Oh right, this week is “U”
Rocky: *giggles* No! That’s not a letter!
Me: What? Yeah, “U”. Like umbrella or unicorn or, uh, underwear.
Rocky: *giggling harder* underwear!
Me: Yeah, “U”
Rocky: No, what’s the letter?
Me: It’s “U”, buddy
Rocky: No! I’m not a letter.
Me: Ha, no, not you. “U”. The letter
Rocky: No! That’s not a letter
Me: Not you, the Rocky. You the letter. “U”. Like unicorn.
Rocky: I’m not a letter!
At that point I’m pretty sure he was screwing with me. Which I appreciate. Now we just have to figure out what to bring in for Show and Share for the letter “U”. Would it be wrong to bring underwear?