Ask Le P’tit Grand (aka Little Big) about his day, and he'll pinpoint his arrival at 8:23 a.m. and note the teacher starting a 225-page book at 4 p.m.
To uncover the book's topic, you'll need to probe further.
Same with the class "documentary"—it's 2:02 long, though its subject feels secondary.
Le P’tit Grand thrives on numbers and exactitude.
He calculates the perimeter of his Hama bead creations, measuring in pearl units.
Remarkably, he already masters circle area formulas—skills his sister is just tackling at the end of 6th grade.
Yet writing? Not so much. It aches his wrist and cuts into playtime, leaving his script nearly illegible.
This echoes his swift CP year, powered by his number affinity. Now, eyeing college next year, those endless notebook pages in his sister's books give me pause.
A bit overwhelmed, we toured the college today, guided by current 6th graders (including his sister).
Nostalgia hit hard—I barely coped last September.
Post-visit, Amorino ice cream revived us: 3.60 euros x 2 = "7.20 euros, Mom!"
Spot on.
