Today I gave Søren the job of dusting window sills. Quick as lightening.
“All done Mom.”
“Great, thanks buddy.”
About an hour later, concerned by a large slice of silence, I wandered into the kitchen and discovered my son at the table with his sketching gear examining a dead June Bug strategically posed on a paper plate.
“Wow Søren, what's all this?”
“Remember that beetle at the Getty mom?”
One word: Observation.
Need I say more?