I always joke that Nicholas is my little idiot-savant. He was reading at 3-and-a-half years, doing his brother’s kindergarten homework and now, at four, starting to learn math. But he CAN NOT put on a pair of socks in under 10 minutes. (Don’t even get me started on the shoes.)
He obviously lacks fine motor skills so we’ve been encouraging him to draw or try to write letters. It’s all scribbling really. Then he comes out with this:
And that’s what every pictures he has ever made has looked like—since the very first day we put a crayon in his fat little baby hands.
What?! How do you go from scribbling to drawing faces in one day? Oh, and this is not the best face he drew (he did a lot), it is the first one he drew. I don’t get it. I think he’s screwing with me.