I thought today would be a good time to site yet another example that our grandkids are probably the smartest kids in the world — I think they take after me….
A few days ago we were at Dave and Chassie’s house and I was playing with Locke. I just watched as he put together a wooden train track all by himself. (The track had straight and curved pieces and he was able to put it together with lots of curves and it all hooked together in one big loop.)
After he pushed the train around it a few times, he wanted to build an overpass (actually, I guess it was an underpass for the train to go through. I helped him a little bit and we made one out of legos. He liked that a lot and wanted another one — again, we made another out of legos. Of course that wasn’t enough, so instead of asking for another, he said, “let’s make a third one.” Now, I’m not easily impressed, but the fact that a 3-year old knew that adding one more to the two we’d already made, was referred to as the third — not “three” or “another one,” but third… I thought was pretty cool.
I told myself that this blog wouldn’t turn into a granddad “brag book” but I’m old — you guys should indulge me occasionally. I promise I won’t do this often, but sometimes I just feel the need to make everyone marvel….
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