Not even three and he's ready for the workforce.

Last weekend I made these really cute schedules for Frankie and Adam.  I spent a good deal of time on them, cut them out, and put them on clipboards.  I gave Frankie one for her room, and I gave Adam one for his room.  I also made one for each of them that will be posted in a central location on the first floor.  I hadn't gotten around to hanging up the first floor ones when I found this:

sitting on my desk.  Considering I don't remember making any little cut-in designs, I asked the older kids if they knew anything about it.  Of course, they didn't. 

So then I asked Thomas.  "Did you do this?"  I asked, holding up the schedule.  "Yes." he said.  Not quite sure if he quite knew what he was admitting to, I said "How did you do it?" "Scissors." he said matter-of-factly. Knowing he knows his colors, I asked, "What color scissors?" "Owange," he said (yeah, not so much).

I considered that answer inconclusive.  Wanting to see what else he'd "admit" to, I held up a piece of paper that Frankie had written dog training instructions on.  "Did you do this?" I asked.  "Ye--eesssh," he said delightedly.  "How?" I asked.  "Pe-skewel."

"Okay," I said.  I held up a typed invoice from my doctor's office.  "And did you do this?" I asked.  "Yeaahh," he responded.  "And how did you do that?" I asked.  "Because I'm type wedy fast."

Okay Thomas. Forget pre-school.  Time to hit the classifieds and earn your keep 'round here.  Anybody need a typist?