Grandma gave Isaac a compendium on insects, affectionately known in our house as "the bug book." Isaac LOVES the bug book. He poors over it and stays up at night looking at the pictures.
Isaac now knows more about bugs than I do. He loves repeating, in his best super-hero voice, phrases like "Mom, this bug is the Master of Disguise!" or "This spider is an eight-legged shredding machine." Move over batman . . . it's pretty hard to top that.
A few days ago, Aukai was eating lunch with the kids when Isaac ran to the screen door and yelled something to our neighbors. Yesterday, we found out why.
After a grasshopper narrowly escaped the up-close-and-personal inspection of our little friends, their mommy explained that the grasshopper "flew away." This launched a heated debate about whether grasshoppers jump or fly. Suddenly Isaac swung open the screen door, mouth full of PB&J, and yelled, "Actually, some grasshoppers can fly!" He shut the door and ran back to finish his sandwich. That's Isaac for you . . . ridding the world of injustice and, umm, misconceptions about bugs.
As Annie said: "It was just classic Isaac."
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