This morning I asked him if he knows what he's going to say for his oral report (I know, a little late. Shows just how much support he's gotten.)
He puffs out his chest and says in a big voice, "Ladies and Gentlemen, what we have sitting here before you will change your life." Then he laughs, and says, "Not really."
"What are you REALLY going to say?" I ask.
He then slumps his shoulders and begins quivering. "I'm s...s...o...n...n...ervous. I c...c...can't talk," he says in a timid little voice. Then he laughs.
"And what are you REALLY going to say?" Hands on shoulders, trying to look stern.
"Aw, don't worry about it. I'll think of something."
And that's where we left it. I can hardly wait till he gets home.