Pitufo the prodigy

A long and colorful post evaporated into thin cyber air and so this will be the abbreviated version.
Pitufo has been showing signs that he is ready to read. Flabberghasted is all I can say because I have not done nary a thing to teach him but he belted out sight words with hardly a hiccup and so I went to 1/2 price books to buy some phonics books. The first one he read with total and complete ease.
I crapped my pants.
Then I hooped and hollered very unlike Martha but I was beside myself with his phonitical prowess, brought down another book and the child read that one too.
He's 4. Four years old. Four.
4
And four books are what he read and 7 are what we bought and brought home.
So here I am, public school teacher and advocate and I am on the brink of summer home schooling my children. We do lessons and worksheets and reading writing and math every day now.
What is happening to me?
Amidst all of this, I have become crafty. SO much so that Yaya asked me if I was with child!
Seriously. Martha bakes. She does not craft. Until last week. And she crafted.
I made 6 little birdies and attached 3 to a wooden branch (http://www.spoolsewing.com/) and i also covered a cork board in fabric and ribbon and hung it from a glorious cream bow. It was so beautiful Pompey asked if it was the ribbon from my wedding dress. Because he is romantic and remembers details like that. I love him.
So to sum up this less than colorful post...
Pitufo reads.
Martha sews.
Crapped pants.
And the earth stood still.