Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Here is a picture of my 4-year-old doing "work" on a dead lap top.
He's been kind of moody lately. Mostly because since the summer began he has lost his personal time with me. When his older brother was in school, we had half days together on Monday, Thursday, Friday and all day together on Tuesdays and Wednesdays until we picked up Spencer from elementary school at 3:30pm.
Now all day everyday it's a threesome.
Of course Spencer is jazzed just to be able to hang out with me (affectionately known as Papa G) and his little bro who is now his right hand man in free play and in terrorizing me.
Spencer got some serious big boy time with Papa G the other day when he helped me deliver some stuff. One of the odd jobs that I do is deliver maps and visitor guides to the local hotels, senior centers and parks & rec offices for the Orange County Visitors Bureau. On Monday morning my wife took Cole to his annual check-up while Spencer and I made the rounds making deliveries. By the third delivery, after the third person echoed the sentiment "You got a helper today!" Spencer suggested that it might be a good idea if he got paid for his services.
I thought it was a good idea.
So we agreed on the nominal fee of $1 per deliver for him.
He helped me make 9 deliveries.
Later in the day, I heard a knock on the door and Spencer came in with two boxes on a dolly.
"Delivery for Greg Barbera," he said.
Kids, they soak up everything like a sponge.
