Before bedtime, Big E and I were working on his giant maze book. This kid is a maze fiend.
I'm thinking this Fall would be the perfect time to drop him at the opening of a corn maze and see if he makes his way out.
Each maze in his workbook has a theme.
Help the frog find his lily pad. Help the pig find the mud pit. Help Abraham Lincoln find his top hat.
Hold the phone. I was not going to be able to sneak that last one by Big E without some sort of explanation.
WHO IS HE?
A great President and American.
WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS HAT?
The wind knocked it off his head (more like John Wilkes Booth, but I didn't want to give him nightmares).
CAN WE SEE HIM?
He's dead (again, no forthcoming details of his assassination).
He was president over 150 years ago (blank stare, concept of time has still not clicked).
WHERE DOES HE LIVE?
Now this is where my story gets HI-LARIOUS. But only if you know a little hebrew prayer. Sorry for everyone else.
He looks at me and says seriously:
Ok, so I know it's late. But humor me.
Say Illinois Eloheinu together aloud and tell me that didn't just crack your butt up.
Big E has officially authored his first schtick. He's three.
I'm so proud! Maybe I'll rename him Jerry Seinfeld.