There are things that I suffered through in childhood that I hope my daughter doesn’t have to go through. Yes, yes, they built character and made me who I am today, blah blah blah. But I am sure she will have plenty of character building opportunities that are uniquely her own, so I do not feel remiss in thinking that coke bottled glasses that are so heavy it makes ones nose hurt doesn’t need to be among them.
So it was with great relief (and then sheer panic at the implications) that this happened a few days ago in the car.
Now that Soapfi has graduated to a front facing booster seat she has taken great delight in shouting the names of all the things she recognizes. Primarily “mommy” and “daddy” with a few instances of “car” and “tree” thrown in for good measure.
We were on our way home from running errands when she began shouting “number, number, number”. I was looking around outside to see if it was an exit sign or the side of a truck or what in the world she could be seeing, so that I could do the whole interactive parenting/reinforcement thing “Yes Soapfi, that is the number one/twelve/pi” or whatever.
Before I could find anything she changed to “E, E, E”. Hrrrmmm, we were no longer on the freeway, no business around that I could see, lets chalk this up to random crap kids blurt out when they are bored. After all this is her view from back there:
As I looked over at her father with a “wtf” shrug that’s when I saw it…..
Yep, her baby bionic eyes were locked onto the compass readings in the rear view mirror and she was mistaking the “S” for the number “5” like she has seen on all the digital clocks at home (Side note – she is currently refusing to acknowledge the numbers 3 or 5, thus why she was just saying “number, number, number” – but that is a story for another day).
I was completely floored, first off – that font is teeny tiny, I had to zoom my cell phone camera in all the way while sitting in the front seat just to make that last picture readable! Look at the first picture again, hello – blue smudge anyone? Then came the implication that at 23 months she was already retaining and recognizing both numbers and letters in a variety of fonts.
Holy crap, we’re never going to sneak anything by this kid.