I was so impressed. He was articulate, comfortable, interesting, and boy, does he know his stuff. He gave them a detailed history of the background of Homer's Iliad and then told how it relates to Virgil's Aeneid and the history of Rome.
I'd like to say I can take credit for that - that I taught it all to him in our homeschooling... but alas, I did not. I threw the Iliad at him (like a hot potato) when he was about 15, and he devoured it. The secret truth is that I have never read it. After he loved it so much, he begged me to read it - and I tried. Honest.
This year, I threw the Iliad at Sam and she liked it alright. She also read the Odyssey (no, I haven't read that one either, but I've seen the Armand Assante version on TV).
Anyway, I am so proud. I loved that Andy knew what he was doing - and did it so well - and that Sam soaked it all in and loves it, too.
Afterward, we went to McDonald's, and perhaps just to prove to me how little I really know, Andy decided to show me a few words in ancient Greek, which he wrote on a napkin:
I don't know what it says, but I'm sure it must be something about what a great and brilliant mom he has. ;)
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