When I was very young, one Easter I said to my mother, “Why does the Easter Bunny leave eggs? Rabbits don’t lay eggs. They’re mammals.”
I was 3 years old. I can’t believe I knew that stuff at age 3, but I also reading by age 3. I was over at the house of one my great uncles at that age, and my Mom told the uncle, Ivan, that I could already read at such a young age. Ivan didn’t believe her and scoffed. He took a random book off the shelf (an adult book, not a children’s book), opened a page and gave it to me to read. I started reading it, moving my finger along the sentences and sounding out the words. I had no idea what the words I was sounding out meant, but I was sounding them out correctly. Ivan was shocked.
One Easter, when my brother was 3 years old, he peeked outside the curtains. Just jumped backwards. “I know who the Easter Bunny is!” He proclaimed. “It’s Dad!” He had seen my father out in the yard hiding the Easter eggs.
Some kids are pretty damn smart.
