one dumbfounded mommy

john only wanted to read his "apple book" this morning.

last night as john and i snuggled before he went to bed, he suddenly stopped wiggling long enough to look at me and say, "what's my address, mommy?"

i laughed, actually. "what, baby?"

"what's my address?" he repeated. and then he rattled off his address, perfectly. (with a sweet little southern drawl on the five and the word drive in our address, no less.)

somewhat amazed, i asked him to repeat it. he did.

so i called daddy in so john could tell him -- which he did, perfectly again.

and even more than being proud of my little bug for learning his address, here is what i feel: so VERY grateful for john's teacher at the daycare. she told me this morning that john and one of his little friends in class are just sponges who absorb everything, so she cooks up new things to teach them. she teaches them things (like their addresses) that will help them in growing up, and that some of the kids several years older than them haven't had to master yet.

basically, john's daycare, which could justifiably have been little more than glorified babysitting, is staffed by amazing women who teach -- novel idea, no? -- actually teach the kids, even when they're only two.

i'm so proud of my little peanut, and so glad he has a teacher who is proud of him too.