Nici Nic

My second son Nic might be the epitome of the term "black sheep".... but we love him for being the unique one in the family. I've been struggling to find a way to teach him his letters. What worked like a charm for Mote and Siope seems to have little effect on him. This morning he comes up to me and says "Mooooooooom, Siope called me the "S" word!" Right away I looked at him thinking "If this kid really knows a word that starts with the letter S, I might very well bust out a cartwheel"... so I asked him, "What was the "S" word that he called you?" To which my little Nici replied, "Liar. He called me a Liar." Hmmmm L, S, same difference? Then he sat next to me and laid his head on my arm... (I was out running this morning and was still in my sweaty clothes)... he breathes in, then kinda flinches. So I giggle and say "What? Do I stink?" And he politely answers, "No. But that arm smells like exercise." Oh Nici, you crack me up!