Monkeys at Typewriters

The other night, when I was on my way to rehearsal, JC called me to tell me that Silas had written “Lyra” with his bath foam letters. “Did he know what he was doing?” I asked, “Was it just random?”

“He knew what he was doing. He wrote it and then read it,” JC said.

But then sometimes I ask him what the first sound in “Mama” is and he says /b/. So I never am quite sure how much he knows.