If Gunnar is anything (besides cute), he is honest. Blazingly honest.
He says things that make a little bell in my head ring, but it happens so often I can't "catch" it all and write it down before I forget.
So today we were in the school-room getting ready for some history. As he came in he said, "We're not doing math are we? I hate math!" I think he's picked that up from his brothers, more than actually disliking math himself, and I said, "But Gunnar, you're really GOOD at math!"
He sighed and said, "Actually Mama, I like math. I want to be good at it, but I don't want to learn it."
Ever felt that way?!