In the weekend, Dada convinced me to buy a brush for our occassional visitor. So I did. The brush is in its packaging - plain, words only, wired firmly to the cardboard.
Atilla picks up the brush and says happily, "Caa-ht."
No way. Surely I'm mis-interpreting his jumble word.
He says it again. "Caaht."
No way. How can he know it's a cat brush?
"Tilly? Do you know how to read?"
He applies the brush to the picture of the cat on the dining table.
I'm still not convinced. Dada is though. I'll wait until we get a book without pictures, then see if he recognises the word 'cat'.
The Triple Lock
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I want to write something on this because it's been in the news lately, and
people have been misunderstanding me on social media. Which is a little
awkward...
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