We realized the other day that even though Rowan can
recite the alphabet, he has no idea how to identify specific letters on the
page. Luckily, Lyla decided to teach
him.
"Okay, buddy, what letter is this?" she said,
pointing to an A.
"I don't know."
"It's an A."
"Yeah."
The lesson continued in this fashion for quite some
time. Then I suggested to Lyla to review
some of those earlier letters. She
pointed to the A again.
"What letter is this?"
Big smile on Rowan's face, and then: "B!" He reached out his hand to Lyla, expecting a
high-five.
"Daddy, he's not doing it right." Lyla's lip began to quiver in the telltale
pre-breakdown way.
"Keep at it, kiddo," I said. "Practice makes perfect."
Several minutes later, Rowan got one right. Lyla was ecstatic.
"He got C, Daddy!
He got C!"
Rowan beamed with pride.
"Daddy! Daddy! I counted to C!"