The Rosetta stone story reminds me of a cute story about Rob when he was 6 years old. Like most parents, we had taken to spelling certain words in front of him, so that he wouldn’t know what we were talking about (as in, “maybe we should go out for I-C-E-C-R-E-A-M after dinner?”).   We had done this once too often, and Rob said, in an exasperated voice, “You don’t have to spell in front of me. I have a B-R-A-N-E!” We realized at that point that we had underestimated him.


As a funny side note, I had told this story for years without my husband noticing that BRAIN was mis-spelled. He finally realized that a few years ago, and said, “I never understood why that story was so funny until now”!