Griffin's daycare follows a "curriculum" even in the toddler room. I kind of rolled my eyes when the teachers told me about the phonics program they use with the kids--I mean, they're less than two years old! Some of them don't even talk yet!
Griffin started bringing home worksheets like "Color the pictures that have an M in them." As you might imagine, his coloring skills are limited to the scrawls he makes in between sucking on the crayon. (Or, even worse, the magic marker.)
Yesterday, the teachers presented the letter G. After I picked Griffin up, we went to the grocery store. He was peering at my shopping list, which is from a notepad with a big colorful G printed in the corner, and he pointed to the letter and said "Cheee!"
"Cheese?" I asked. "Tu veux du fromage?"
"G?" I repeated, using the English name for the letter.
"Yeah. Cheee," he informed me matter-of-factly, and proceded to pluck my pen out of my hand and put it in his mouth. "Cheee."