We bought Sara a pre-writing nursery book for her to practise at home. No, the husband and I are not into hot-housing her, we just need to keep her busy while we coach the other two kids with homework.
Last night, I noticed, from the corner of my eye, that Sara had accidentally torn off the cover of her book by colouring some yellow bananas (or wellow bananas in Sara-speak) with great gusto. And she looked quite alarmed at having done that. Here's our ensuing conversation:
Me: Sweetie, how did your book get torn?
Sara: Not me, mummy. It torn itsef.
Me: I don't think the book could tear itself out, darling. What happened?
Sara: Yeah, the book torn itsef and I saw it torn and I said oh my god what happened to you book and then I said to the book you naughty book why you torn yoursef it the tuth mummy.
And yes, she said it all in one breath.
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