R-E-A-D-I-N-G

DS is trying very hard to teach himself to read. His current favourite hobby is grabbing a book (or anything really) from my bedside table, turning to a random page, and then "reading" it to me. He carefully spells out the letters of a word and then asks me what it says. He remembers the word, goes onto the next one, spells it, and so on - and eventually he can put together an entire sentence by reading the letters out. Not sounding them out, just saying them to me and asking me to say it for him. It's quite cute, really. However like all cute habits of small children, often these things can come back to haunt you.

Tonight DS and DD2 were both playing the 'reading' game with me. Eventually they tired of it and went to the more interesting game of "I can kill you before you kill me" - wherein they wrestle like monkeys and then complain bitterly when they get hurt. In a break in the proceedings (more like a temporary time out called by the line ref), I felt a little tickle on my lower back.

DS then asks me, "Mum? What does M-A-D-E-I-N-C-H-I-N-A mean?" Without really thinking, I answered, "It says "Made in China"" and I went back to my book. DS, of course, then takes that moment to say, "Oh, and Mum? Your undies tag is sticking out. Isn't that COOL? Your undies came all the way from CHINA!"

For DS, everything is a learning opportunity!