This evening we walked in on Tadpole just before bed drawing on the whiteboard. "I'm drawing a rocket ship," She announced. "With flames coming out of the back." Further questioning revealed that the figure in the middle is either the pilot or the canopy.
My daughter is amazing. We've got a few books about space, and watch YouTube videos from the space station, but I didn't see this coming at all.
Sometimes developments sneak up on you gradually, little pieces falling into place bit by bit. Other times they jump out of left field. Tonight, Tadpole's drawing, and description, leapt out of left field.
She's pretty incredible. And she's drawing rockets with fire and canopies that will carry her far away someday.