The other night I was at the grocery store with Maxfield when we bumped into one of our neighbors. I was chatting with her in the aisle as Max was ducking back and forth behind a floor freezer in an attempt to play peek-a-boo with her. She was smiling and being playful with Max and asking him “little kid” questions.
“You’re getting so big Max. How old are you?”
“Tooooo.” Max said as he held up his two fingers.
“What comes after two?”
“Treeeeee.” He held up three fingers.
“Wow. You can count. Can’t you max?”
At this point Max got distracted by a neon sign just a few feet away. He walked over to the sign and pointed at each letter. “Beeee. Eeeee. Ceeee. Krrrkkayy. Esssss.” He proudly said.
My neighbor turned to me with a big smile on her face and said, “Wow he is so smart. For a two year old to know his letters, that is great.”
“Well,” I said, “I have only taught him how to spell the names of beers.”
The smile on her face quickly changed to a look of bewilderment as she tried to figure out whether I was serious or not.