summer smarts

After many weeks, Mama finally relents and I see you yesterday.

Almost the first thing you tell me with an earnest face..."I spoke to Mama already, Papa..."

Huh?? well, okey..."What did you tell Mama, mergirl?"
"I told Mama to talk properly to you, Papa."

Wow.

Then at the bookshop, you tell me all about Sleeping Beauty. I ask you, "Who taught you the story, girl? Mama?"

No answer so I ask you again.

"No. Mama never teach me. I teach myself."

So thats why you keep looking for the Sleeping Beauty books when we are in the bookshop. You look at the pictures and try to figure out the story. Because nobody reads fairy tales to you. Papa didn't read to you because he thought (mistakenly) that Mama would read to you and teach you the alphabet.

And so Papa understands why you are so anxious and proud to show your knowledge of the alphabets at lunch, when you had two forks and made out "L" , "y", "V". I know you are hungry for learning.

Papa will stop here for the time being.