The other night at dinner we were discussing fire drills. During the conversation I told the kids (again) the story of the time growing up when my house burned down.
And I told them that I was on the phone, but then the phone died, and I went to see what happened . . .
And then I told them the rest of the story. Of Carrie coming in from outside, of running to the neighbors, saying prayers, and calling the fire department.
“But mom,” Andrew stopped me, “how did you call the fire department if your phone was dead?”
Wyatt and I were both stunned at the sharp comment from Roo-Boo. The fact that the phone was dead was a passing comment on a long and detailed story. Yet when the story was over, Roo remembered that detail and realized the story didn’t make sense as I was telling it.
Sharp boy, good listener, great comprehension, impressive vocabulary.
Also, the other day, Kellie was over. Roo was in the other room counting out loud to himself by 10’s. I didn’t think anything of it, but Kellie commented on how advanced he was. It was only then that it dawned on me that they usually don’t teach counting by multiples until sometime in first grade. Yet Roo, who hasn’t even started preschool yet, can count to 100 by 1’s, 2’s, 5’s, 10’s, and 20’s.
What am I going to do about these kids and the public education system!?!