Mr. M & I have been working with J on learning how to swing on his own. We've demonstrated. Talked about it. Described it in nth level detail.
Nothing worked. Nada. No comprehension.
Last night, however, J & I hit the park after dinner and low and behold. J jumped on the swing & after getting him going, I was asked to stop pushing. J would do it all on his own.
Sure enough - he did.
Ethan taught him.
Awesome. My least favorite (as of yet) fellow student (okay, he's going into K this year) at FRA, FINALLY taught J something I don't hate. And yes, there has been a lot of hating of his influence this summer. Starting with tattoos followed by 4 letter adult language. Sigh.