"Were does yogurt come from?"
"Milk."
"No, Granma, you can drink milk, but not yogurt."
"Yes, really! Yogurt comes from milk and milk comes from cows."
"Wow! Where do shoes come from?"
"Well, leather comes from cows."
"TWO things come from cows?!"
Should I blow his mind that hamburger has bovine origins, too?
Aidan is also quite the reader, and speller, too. He wants to know how to spell everything, which is good reason to stick to cow rather than bovine or Guernsey. The other day, after spelling things out on scratch paper, he came and flopped down on the couch by me. I started making letters on his back with my finger. He told me the letters and then the word. L-O-V-E (easy and a natural, of course), and then A-I-D-A-N.
Recovering his five-year-old energy quickly, he announced that he could write on my back. I bent over to give him better access to the intended writing surface. C-E-I-L-I-N-G. A bit random, I must say, making it harder to guess. Fortunately, I had just spelled it out for him when he was using more conventional writing implements, so it wasn't completely from left field.
I was pretty sure the next word would be E-X-C-E-L-L-E-N-T, another word I had helped him spell earlier, and on the list he held in his hand. I was right, which made un-refined back-writing easier to decipher. However, midway though the word, he stopped. "You have a bump on your back, Granma." And with that, he pushed up my shirt up my back to investigate.
"Oh, I see," he announced. "It's your belt."
No, I did not correct him. I just did my best to stifle my laughter so as to not to shake his writing surface too much as he continued with the letters. Excellent. Yes, indeed, Aidan, you are!
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