Well, it's past midnight on a weeknight, so of course I can't sleep. And I figured I'd slap some updates on here:
The other day T was asking someone how long something or other was set to happen. Actually, I think she was asking Flavia how long she would be staying when she came back. "Two weeks," came the reply. "Oh, so fourteen days," T says, and continues eating her pudding or whatever the hell she was doing.
A few seconds passed, and then I addressed those assembled, looking back through the fog of the intervening time and reassessing what I'd seen, asking, "Did she just multiply seven by two in her head?" "I think so, yeah," came a few responses.
So Q asked her, "T, what's seven times two?"
"Um...Twenty-five."
So the Rain Man thing comes and goes, it seems.
Soccer update: I showed up around 2:00 to watch the tail end of Q's soccer day, and saw the entirety of Argentina (Q's team) versus Costa Rica. Costa Rica was previously undefeated - but then Q fired an opposite-corner left-footed goal off a steal, and Argentina won, 1-0. As soon as he'd scored it, he sprinted around the field with his index fingers high, arms spread wide, and baby-blue tee shirt pulled up over his head.
Nice to see they're choreographing the celebrations.
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