On Friday, Sean came home from school with a Weekly Reader in his backpack about apples. I felt a gush of nostalgia for the days of yore. I loved Weekly Reader when I was a kid. I couldn’t wait to open it up and get a whiff of that inky smell.
I set him up on the breakfast bar and asked him about it.
He opened it up facing me and held it under his chin like a little teacher and then began his presentation.
“Flowers grow on the tree and then die,” he said carefully, pointing to the second picture.
“And then little apples grow bigger and bigger,” pointing to the third and fourth picture.
“And then you pick them and you can make pie!” he said triumphantly.
“That’s great!” I said. I was really impressed with his presentation skills, but I noticed he had skipped the first picture which showed a halved apple with seeds.
“But what about this picture? How do the seeds work?” I asked expecting a lesson on planting and watering.
“God doos that part,” he said.