Literate chide

Nancy is fully literate. I'm not quite sure when the moment of critical mass happened but it has and now all words yield their secrets to her. Happily, she had moments of unexpected word blindness but by and large she is their master. Her failings are often well timed;  she spotted a picture of a kitten in the big issue and was utterly charmed but somehow missed the headline 'this kitten was rescued after its owner glued it's bum shut'. Which was a relief as I'm not sure how to explain that sort of thing just yet.

More interestingly she might be developing a psychopathic tendency. Having hidden her mother's make up without telling anyone, she demonstrated a coolness of head that was slightly disquieting. When she finally revealed the location of said make up, after leveraging a reward out of her parents, we explained that hiding stuff was only funny if she told the person in the first place, to which she replied 'well it's funny for me now'. Mental.

But among the reading, odd moments of psychopathy, and the occasional melt down she is a totally precocious beast.

And obsessed with ghost busters. For reasons unknown. But she loves the theme song particularly. And if you get a chance watch the music video, as not only does it feature an array of 80s comic legends, it would be perfect for Zac goldsmiths mayoral campaign as it features a black man chasing a scantily clad white woman around her flat. What this odd racial undertone had to do with the supernatural is anyone's guess. But then it was Reagan's America so anything was possible.

Enjoy.