James wants something.
In the car on the way home, he spontaneously counted to 20. He also told us that when you have 3 and take away 2, you are left with 1. We had no idea that he could do that and it was a lovely surprise. There were high-fives and lots of excited clapping.
He made a valiant effort to count to thirty but it turned into a lot of guessing – 21, 22, 1?1, 26?, 16?, 17?, 18?, ??????
He followed up the counting, by singing ABC without skipping any letters, then announced that he would practice writing his letters and numbers before watching a show. Tim and I were impressed but starting to feel just a little suspicious.
When we arrived home, James whole-heartedly practiced identifying 1-5, and A-D with flash cards. He even sorted letters from numbers and put numbers and letters in the correct order without any drama about how hard it was.
Then, he asked for paper and pencil. I was busy making dinner, and turned to check on him after a few minutes. I thought that he was just scribbling after his usual half-hearted effort. But he had dutifully written down all of his letters on the lines that I’d drawn for him, no random embellishment and totally legible. Suspicions grew.
I asked James what he’d like for dinner, he asked for ravioli (no biggy it is one of his favs) but here is the kicker – he asked for green beans and, this is the honest truth, broccoli, and he ate every bite on his plate, without any reminders.
Our suspicions are now full-blown certainty. James wants something and he is working every angle. I’m sure it is huge.