“What is this?”, I asked the three-year-old, pointing to a slightly misshapen circle.
I couldn’t get what he said, so repeated, “What is this? A circle?”
“Igloo!”, he replied matter of factly.
If I was surprised at the answer, I tried not to show it. “And who lives in an igloo?”, I asked.
“Polar bear”, said he. Not entirely accurate, but near enough.
“And who told you about igloos?”, I asked expecting to hear he learnt it at school.
“My brother”, he replied, his tone adding the “who else” his words left out.
Oh to have a brother like that.