Even though we had heard the occasional urban legend that it had been achieved, we remained sceptical, needing more evidence than footprints in the snow and grainy photographs to prove it's existence.
We were non-believers.
So, like learning his alphabet, he did it entirely on his own...
...which, true to my nature, begged a question (or two).
Are we just creating pointless anxiety by forcing our kids to strive for achievements that they just aren't ready for?
My gut says an annoying "yes" and "no".
It seems to me that some of the time, some of our kids will Just Do It and cock a two-fingered salute at all our efforts to impose education. See alphabet and night-dryness above.
Sole responsibility for the prevention of future fashion atrocities lies with dogged education.
This is making my head hurt, and it's too early in the morning.
I'm off for a giant mug of tea and a little lie-down.
But I would love your opinion on it to help me untangle this particular knot.
Bob will never cease to surprise us, and we fully (and shamefully) expected the need for canoes and life-jackets when nappies were finally disposed of.
What a fool I am for under-estimating him.