When at the library, he skips the picture books and chapter books and goes straight to the non fiction shelves in search of the perfect next book about a time far away from our reality.
It is the one things we totally bond over.
He and bond over many of his interests. He can talk to me endlessly about his Legos, or pirate drawings, or obstacle courses he's created in my livingroom, or plans for his club house. And I enjoy those moments.
But over history, we BOND. We bond on the level that he bonds with Peter when they get creating something with wood and nails or starting a fire or tinkering with the car. It is a pure interest that we both share that provides endless hours of discussion with out any of it being forced or false.
A few days back my mom helped me with the kids for the day so I could dig my house out of the homeschool planning mess of the century, without the kids "helping". She took them outside and they played happily in the front yard while I cleaned inside.
After about three hours, my mom called up the stairs asking me to come down to see something. This is what she wanted me to see...
My little man had spent the entire morning "fishing" (represented by the bark on the plank), then seasoning and smoking the fish on the plank across the green bins.
Beside the "hearth" hang the spices he is drying. On the ledge, the spices he has collected from the "field" and is preparing for use as a seasoning on the fish.
He even found a long curved stick with a Y at the end that he used to stoke the fire between the green bins and "breathe air in to it" by pretending the stick was a bellows.
What gets me is up until now he has been really interested in the farming practices and building methods of pioneers, and that has been the focus of all our long talks about pioneers. Even when we go to check out Pioneer Village, he checks out the fields and flowers and the structure of the houses.
He picked all this up incidentally during our visits to villages and picture books from the library. Mom was totally floored by the preciseness and detail he put in to every move, making sure it was as authentic as he could make it. He even, at one point, requested suspenders for Christmas, because "pioneer pants don't have 'lastic and can't stay up on their own.". What the...
He's my little man. A history buff in the making :)
Oh, and the fish he was smoking? They are now salted (with chalk of course) and hanging by their tails ready for the long cold winter ahead.
Just in time for us to start reading the Little House series by Laura Ingalls Wilder.
I wonder what he will come up with next.