Yesterday I took Henry to pick up pizza, just the two of us. We were chatting in the car and I remembered that I saw his playgroup nanny working with the kids on spelling their names.
I asked him, "Can you spell your name?"
No response.
I revised the question, "What are the letters in your name?"
His answer: "H.e.n.r.y."
Holy cow, I was floored. I asked him two more times and he refused, so I laid off. We got home and Mike and I interrupted each other, both eager to speak.
He said, "Elliot can read." I said, "Henry can spell his name!"
Apparently while H and I were gone, Mike pulled something up on the computer that said "Winnie-the-Pooh" and Elliot recognized it. Per Mike, there were no pictures or other ways to identify the phrase.
I think we have geniuses on our hands!
(no one break my heart and tell me all 2.5 year-olds should be able to spell their names. :) )
