This one will be short and sweet. The other day, we did our weekly run to the grocery store. It's normal for us to listen to J say each aisle number, loudly say the numbers in a price tag, and count just about anything (balloons at checkout most often). We hardly even notice anymore.
He normally is sitting in the seat of the shopping cart and J2 is in her carrier. At checkout, the cashier heard him saying the price of each item she scanned and counting the balloons. After awhile, she asked if he knew the numbers, since he was saying things like "9.99, 2.99, 21.99." After explaining that he really likes letters and numbers, knows most of them, and reads by sight (but doesn't comprehend what he's reading, it's only memorized), she asked how old he is. Well, he just turned three. She looks at K and asks, "Have you had him tested?" Why, yes, yes we have. I guess it's a good thing that my dad taught him to say, "I'm going to MIT." Big Bang Theory (the tv show), here we come.
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