with the little Chinese girl Sarah, in our play group.  Girlfriend is doing fractions and she ain't but 2 damn years old.  She was potty trained at 7 months old and started reading when she was 1!  Andrew is light years behind her and so I'm doing my best to catch up.

We will see Sarah and her mom again in the fall, so I wanted to make sure my baby had some new "tricks" up  his sleeve for our first day of class.

We've been working on "world leaders"... I went to the Office Depot and laminated photos of John McCain, George W. Bush, Condaleeza Rice, Barack Obama and others... all the important people he'll need to know, like Marion Berry, James Brown, Rick James, Michael McDonald from the Doobey Brothers--all the famous leaders that have changed the course of history!

So anyway, I got the photos pinned up all over the house and we go to them and point and I ask him "Andrew who is that?" and he tells me "That's George W. Bush!" and I ask him, "So who is George W. Bush?" and he tells me, "He's an asshole.  He's is president now."  Then I point to Obama and McCain's photos and ask "Who is running for president?" and Andrew tells me "Arack Obama and John Cain."  (close enough)

I'm thinking to myself, "Yeah baby, that little Sarah doesn't stand a chance when Andrew gets finished teaching her social studies, she's gonna regret the day she challenged my baby to a game of puzzles."

But I got greedy, I should have stopped there and worked to make sure he understood how to say Barack's name properly and put the "Mc" on McCain.  I put up Condaleeza Rice's photo and said "Andrew, that's Condaleeza Rice, the Secretary of State."  My two year old looked up at me as if to say "Now momma, you know that's too many damned syllables."  Since Andrew likes to sing, I figured we'd turn Secretary Rice's name into a song! And that was perfect--I pointed to the picture and sang "Con-da-leeezaaa Riceeeeeeeeeeee" with a squeal on the end.  He ate it up--he walked around all afternoon singing "Con-da-leeezaaa Riceeeeeee".   He was so excited about his new song that he pointed to George W. Bush and yelled "Con-da-leeezaaa Riceeeeeee".  He knew it was wrong and we both busted out laughing!!

Later that day, I was cooking dinner, some smothered pork chops and stewed okra in tomato sauce.  Andrew loves gravy--you can put gravy  on pancakes and he'll eat it.  The boy loves good southern cooking--and he ain't but two years old. He's got exacting standards when it comes to his taste buds. And don't give him no jar gravy--cause he'll give it back to you--in the form of throwing that $hit across the floor until you cook him some home made gravy on the stove.

So I fix everybody's plate and we sit down to eat, we hold hands and bless the food. Now, I hadn't shown Shawn Andrew's new trick and all the famous people he's learned to identify.  I wait until we're all chowing down on those smothered pork chops and I whisper to Shawn "Ask Andrew who the president is."  And he does, and my baby responds correctly.  Then I yell out "Hey, Andrew, who is the Secretary of State?"  I pushed my baby too far--he was eating smothered pork chops mixed with rice and trying to remember his world leaders and it all got tangled up when he responded, "Secretary of State is Rice and Gravy."