We got home from school last night and the big two, MH and The Princess, sat down at the dining room table to do their homework. The Princess pulled out one little red book and sat scribbling away at math problems contentedly for the next 10 minutes.
MH, on the other hand, pulled books, one after one, out of his back pack and placed them strategically on the table. He started with the blue one of a certain size, then the slightly smaller green one next to it. In the middle he placed a large yellow folder, and then to complete the left to right arch, two red copy books of about the same size.
He looked over his display and then closed his eyes and tilted his head towards the ceiling. He sat there in quiet concentration for about 2 minutes and then slowly, in English, started saying the days of the week.
"Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday."
And then, just as methodically as he had placed all the books on the table, he began to rearrange them in his backpack.
"MH, what's going on there?" I piped up from the kitchen.
"I'm done my homework," he replied.
"Already? That was quick."
"Yeah, I just had to learn the days of the week for English." he said. "Boy, you have no idea how hard THAT was!"