We know the letters on the bathroom stool, sort of: everything stands for his name, or his friends' names (Q stands for Emmy, R stands for Azul). Occasionally he'll point out a letter on a sign or in a book. Sometimes I'll point to one I'm sure he knows—like S—and he'll be totally off.
About a week ago he came up to me in the kitchen with this:
"An O," he said.
I was immediately impressed, and took the picture. Then a video. I guess that for an hour or so I could brag that my son is a genius.
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