The second child

People say that the second child is the smarter one. In my opinion, the second child are the witty ones. They do pick things up faster and at a younger age. They tend to be the ones getting more exposure compared to their older sibling. My second kid constantly has my jaw dropped with his witty come-backs.

Saturday morning. Me sipping my iced Teh at the dinning table. Father-in-law (FIL) was going through an “I Spy…” book with Ashley at the sofa.

FIL asked: “How many ducks?”
Ashley: “1… 2… 3… … 6…”
FIL: “No… how many ducks are there?”
Ashley: “1… 2… 3… … *skipped some numbers* … 12!”
FIL: “No… count properly….”
Ashley: “1… 2… 3… … … …”
FIL: “You sure? Count again.”
Ashley: “I done already.”

My tea nearly came out of my nose.

Then, there was this other time….

Early in the morning. I was digging for some clothes from the basket. Ashley stood beside me, watching as I dug. We spot a coin in the basket – he dropped it in days ago. Me continuing digging, pretending not to see it.

Ashley: “Look! Coin!”
Me: “Yes. Coin.”
Ashley: *dashes over to the snoozing daddy* “Daddy, you cannot put coin in basket!”
Husband: “????”

My. son. ~lol