I hate to brag, but my kids are pretty awesome. Here's the proof.
Exhibit A: A rough transcript of Cady Gray, age barely 4, solving the addition problem 106+355 in her head about five minutes ago.
"Ohhh-kay. So. 6+5=11, so I put a 1 in the tens place, and I put down a 1. 1+0+5, so 1+0=1, and then the answer is 6. Now. 2+3 ..."
"The problem was 106+355."
"Mom, do not give me three digits. Ohhh-kay. So 1+3=4. So the answer is ... four ... hundred .... sssssssssixty ... one. 461!"
Exhibit B: An acrostic poem Archer wrote in school -- age 7 years 1 month, second grade, Arkansas, USA, the universe.
F alling leaves
A ll falling from the trees to the
L and.
L et's let fall go away.
..........Whoosh!
............ And
............... now
.................. it's
..................... gone.
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I've heard the difference between bragging and not bragging is belittling other people's accomplishments (ie, "My kid got an A and your kid didn't."). I didn't sense any bragging from you, so be proud of your kids.
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