Deep Thoughts by the Rices

I was trying to teach Lincoln about some vowels recently.  

Me:  "This is the letter 'U'"

Lincoln:  "The letter Me?!?"

Me:  "Uh, no ... the letter 'U'"

Lincoln:  "The letter me!"

Me:  "Sure ... the letter you!!"

How do kids ever learn to read? 

 A couple vowels later ...

Me:  "This is the letter 'I'

Lincoln:  "The letter you?"

Me:  (can you just imagine how I feel stepping into this after the above convo?)  "Yup!  The letter 'I'"

Lincoln:  "Oh, the letter you!"

Lincoln may not learn to read until he is 12 thanks to all his mother's help.

 Porter can't be left out.  So, here he is doing some great thinking and growing.

 And he likes to bite things.  (Lemony Snickets, anyone?)

Other great things Lincoln has been saying:

We have some friends named Madden and Lindsey.  He refers to them as 'Madalindsey.'

Everyone is his friend.  He will talk about his 'Friend Grandma' or his 'Friend Aunt Lindsey.'

He started referring to himself as 'Feet-teef' when he pretends to be a dog and then decided that Porter was 'Mr. Pennyball' (I would assume this is from some PBS show?).

He likes to tell you about the 'word on the street' and then end his explanation as you would end a prayer.