A Sense of Humour

Roo laughs at his own jokes. He has since he was very small and way before his word development. Attempting to put a square block through a triangle hole on a shape sorter, he would pause, make eye contact, and then giggle as he tried the futile task. It was obvious he knew it wouldn’t work. So yesterday at his parent/teacher meeting I was delighted to hear his team of teachers describe “great sense of humour” and “fantastic laugh of glee”. Four is a fun age. Sure, there can be frustration but we’re all entitled to off moments. Sometimes he gets grumpy. Or, a little down on Japan. He has a unique way of saying the word Japan which makes a discussion about Japan notably cute.. He pronounces it jya-paan. He‘ll say he wants to go back to Minneapolis. Usually it’s because “they speak English there” but lately it’s transformed into “I miss my friends”, or “I miss the places we go there”. He’s certain his friends in Japan will visit him in Minneapolis. And of course he misses his grandparents. Yesterday he told me “we’re not meeting any Grandma and Grandpa’s in Japan”.