This morning Pit over heard me reading something out loud in French and just when I thought he wasn't listening, he said, "Daddy, your French is not very good." The cheeky nerve of him... Pit has been doing something lately that reminded me of when he was a tiny two year old. When he was younger, we would give him a pen or pencil and he would make minute scribbles of nothing in particular but their intricacy, the fine detail, and the concentration he would apply was very impressive. Almost everyday for the last several weeks, he has been entertaining himself with using scissors to make super paper airplanes. The modifications he makes to his paper airplanes are tiny, precise cuts all over the plane requiring huge focus and we can see his tongue and mouth contorted with the concentration. This results in small pieces of paper strewn about his work area so we have to scold him because he doesn't want to clean up. But I find it very amusing to have to use a dust pan to collect these almost microscopic pieces of paper because it reminds me of when he was a baby.