I've wanted for a while to tell my nephew's who I am. Like what I do. I even tried saying I'm Doctor Mac stuffings. They don't get it.
So I was reading a book on my phone one day and Ezra asked "uncle ebing'r what are you doing?"
I said "reading."
I was scared he wanted to play with me cause it doesn't matter what I want at that point.
He said "ok" and left
My nephews are learning to read and they hate the process. So I'm sure in his lizard brain he thought /shit! I better go before he makes me read./
Another day he saw me reading again and asked "are you reading?"
I said "yes"
"Where is your teach?"
"I'm a big boy, I don't need a teacher to read"
"Do you have a teacher?"
"Yes I do, many of them, should I tell you their names?"
"Yes"
"When I was your age my teacher was aunty Angela, when I was Penny's age (his 5 year old elder brother), my teach was aunty Debbie. Then I had plenty teachers in secondary school"
That word struck a nerve "secondany cool" he said.
"Yeah, now I was to be a doctor"
"How do you become a doctor?"
(Touching moment for me after all the weeks of failing.)
"You learn in a hospital."
"Yu len in hopital!"
"Yeah. Do you want to be a doctor?"
"Yes!"
@freewritehouse and @mariannewest it would be and honour if you could read my post
