... it's an animal and it has 3 syllables. Guess what it is!
I was surprised and very very happy, when my 4.5 year old suggested a game of riddles. I had no idea he knew how to play something like that. The fact that he can count the syllables in words was just the cherry on the top.
He learnt that in school, well, kindergarden. I don't remember well what we were learning at that age, but definitely not advanced topics like this. And they are studying pre-Colombian civilisations now. Which for me is great, because my imagination had started to show its limits. He keeps asking me for stories, usually while driving. I keep inventing, but there are limits to what I can come up with.
So now I can happily tell him stories about Colombus, Vespucci, Pizzaro, Mayas and their calendars, Azteks and their pyramids (have not mentioned the human sacrifices yet), El Dorado, Machu Pichu, etc. I can finally put to some use the general knowledge in my possession. And, even better, I pass it to my son!
So my firstborn is growing up and knows a lot of things. While my second born is growing up too and repeats every word he hears. Sometimes well, sometimes less, but it is still impressive to help him go downstairs while he points out the wall, the handrails.. and even saying there are two of the latter!
Ah, my boys are growing up!
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