A nickname that - I can't even remember when it first emerged - but it fits you. You're only 4 (and a half!) but we've been told that you speak like a little adult, holding conversations about matters above and beyond (like the flight patterns when we flew to California in July, explaining to Gigi that we were "over HERE (NJ) on the map, we flew to HERE (CA), and you live HERE (TX)!" It's because we speak to you like an adult. When you ask (the millionth question of the day) why, say - plants need good dirt and sunshine to grow, we give you an elementary explanation of photosynthesis.
I mean - the other night at dinner, you asked what the difference was between an illustrator and an author, both words perfectly pronounced!
"HEY MOM! HOW COME BIRDS CAN
LIVE OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN?"
"HEY MOM! WHY DO CARS NEED GAS
HEY MOM! WHAT'S A REFLECTION?"
"HEY MOM! WHAT'S THE
SQUARE ROOT OF 64??"
You're tenacious in your pursuit of knowledge, and some days I can see your future so clearly.
As you build and create with blocks and legos, telling me at daycare pickup that "this is a crane, and it carries this car over here, and when the car is released (yes, "RELEASED") it will roll over this bridge, here," and I just know that you're going to be an engineer.
Sometimes your affinity for "cutting" makes me think you'll be a surgeon. (And by cutting - I mean scissors. and ANY PAPER you can get your hands on.... We have to watch where we leave important mail around the house!)
But then I think you're going to be a rockstar or musician, when you jam and rock out in the car (EVERY TIME requesting "Jon Jovi" and Creedance) and singing into the late hour while in bed - anything from Justin Timberlake's Trolls hit to that catchy tune that Dwayne Johnson, demi god from Moana, belts out. (Oh yea? It's stuck in your head now? You're welcome ;) )
Or then I know for sure, you're going to be a scientist who travels the world researching the earth's crust and all its volcanoes (because that's one of your favorite themes for questions lately.... "Is there a volcano that just ALWAYS keeps blowing up?" .... "What happens if every volcano blows up at the same time?" .... "Did you know Mommy that way way way down, there's LAVA and it comes up and blows out of volcanoes?!")
They must not have seen your tantrum this morning.... which then leads me to believe you're going to be a lawyer. You like to rebuttal when Daddy or I give you deals or negotiations - what pants you have to wear to daycare (not sleep-pajama pants) or how much more dinner you need to eat before dessert. Your solution? "Mommy - how about I eat just one bite of THIS BREAD, and then I can have a GOOD dessert, like a yogurt pop."
You are definitely a funny kid, and I do my best to jot down the things that make your Daddy and I just double over in laughter. Last week when Grandma was visiting, she came downstairs after checking on you and Ms. Mack (who was crying) at bedtime. You said to her, rolling her eyes at your sister, "Grandma. Can you imagine having to listen to this all night??"
Holy hell, child, you can test my patience as well. But if you didn't, then you wouldn't be your mother's son - stubborn AS ALL HECK! That stubbornness will be both detrimental and beneficial for you in life (trust me, I can attest) - as long as you know when to curb it and when to let loose, it should serve you well.
Same for those mischievous grins, you little devil - they'll probably get you out of so much future trouble.
This is your last year before kindergarten, before "Big Kid School." (During one recent ride as we took a friend, 'Tommy,' along with us to daycare, your enthusiasm for beginning your academic career was, well:
Tommy: "There's the big school!"
Button: "no. no - that's the school for big KIDS. And after that school, we go to HI-EEE SCHOOOL! and after that, we go to college! and THEN we go to work, and we make a lot of money, and we can buy whatever we want!"
Next September won't be as drastic a change as for some kids (and parents), since you've been going to all-day daycare for almost four years, but it feels to me like a precipice - the real beginning of who you will become.