“Stop sign! Stop sign!” shouts the littlest backseat driver. Nevermind that it’s actually a railroad crossing sign. I decide that it’s time for a lesson on shapes and colors, so we drive around the parking lot at daycare and I direct his attention to the commanding crimson octogon.
“Stop sign, Jeffrey. Red stop sign”. He agrees, which is good. Then I toss this one at him…
“S-T-O-P. Stop”. Our half-boy, half-parrot happily repeats my instruction in his own dialect… “S-T-oooooh-PEEE!” OK, let’s see where we can go with this. The rest of the way home, I quizzed him with, “Jeffrey, how to you spell ’stop’?”
He’s got it now. Cool. Maybe tomorrow I’ll try something trickier, like ‘asymptote’.
