Max has finished everything on his plate - as usual - and starts looking around the table for any food left on our plates. He ends up - as usual - eyeballing Alex's plate. It's still half full of food.
*Alex, are you done with your fish?
*No, Max... you can't have it. I'm going to eat all of it.
Incredulous looks all around.
Eventually, she does indeed finish it. Max downs another glass of milk. He eats twice as much as I do these days. Alex actually eats more than a few nibbles. It's fairly bazaar watching them both at the dinner table now. I could swear it was just yesterday when it was one big, babbling, mess fest.
Alex starts chatting about gymnastics... and seriously, I'm always so amazed by the details in her recollection of an event. She can talk about what she did - or didn't do, how she FELT about it, what other girls did - or didn't do, what other girls were wearing... She's just so aware of her surroundings.
Max, on the other hand, is not like that. At all. It pains him to try to tell you about his day... or even his gymnastics class an hour ago. However, this is the sort of thing he does throw out there:
*Did you know that any number + itself is always an even number?
Ya, that's true, Max. There's talk of even and odd numbers. Did you know that there are also negative numbers?
*Ya, like -15. Discussion on how weird it is that there are negative numbers...
Ya. So what would you get if you subtracted 11 from 10?
*-1. Duh.
More incredulous looks.
Yep. That's right.
Stop saying, Duh.
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