Le Petit is currently learning his letters and numbers. Since I happen to love to point them out to him, sometimes stopping along the street on our walks to decipher the license plates of parked cars, I'm proud to say he knows them at least as well in English and he does in French. Which still isn't all that well: he can recognize numbers a bit better than letters, but nothing yet with anything approaching real accuracy. We're in the thick of learning still, and it's fun.
He's soaking it all in, and sometimes notices letters and numbers in strange places.
The other day, it was the tiny code engraved in the beak of the stainless steel faucet in the bathroom sink.
"Five. Five is for hot water! Four is for hot water, too!" he announced as we were washing his hands (or something approaching this) and I was confused until I followed his gaze.
And that's when we spotted the letter 'A', if I remember correctly, which le Petit also pointed out to me.
"Very good! What starts with the letter 'A'?" I asked.
He thought about it for a second.
"'A' is for... pomme!"
In one sentence, his reasoning jumped from 'A' to 'apple' to 'pomme,' the French word for apple. I was amazed and proud, and just a little worried that his bilingualism was going to leave him hopelessly confused at first. We'll see.