Naughtius Maximus

Will we ever get to Latin in our little homeschool, who knows, but we certainly know what John's nickname is when he's feeling good! Of course right now we are home from Good Friday services giving him one more day to recover from the nasty cold that he caught. So while I'm typing this the light is going on, and off, and on and off, then there is the clinking of spice jars from the spice rack that he accidentally tore off the wall with his chair, the rattle of the metal lid on the spice jar because he can open those now, and of course whenever I turn to look at him he has the hugest grin, bigger than his whole head and his eyes are glowing with mischief. Oh and just in case you are wondering, no, he isn't tall enough to turn on the water in the faucet by himself, I turned it on for him, but then the last time that I did so he politely stood there and used the little scoop to fill up some cups and such that were in the sink, this time I knew that the giggling was trouble. And now the lights are flashing, faster, and faster, and faster, and the giggling, oh the giggling.