Dear Son,
At your age now, you act like a big boy. You still lisp, but you're trying hard on your own to produce "S". You enjoy mixing your own milk because you like to see the "apoy-apoy" when milk mixes with water. You mean, of course, the cloud-like formation of milk as you pour it into a glass of water.
You reason a lot.
You can recognize numbers 1-10, several of the alphabets and colors blue, red, green, yellow, pink. Yesterday, you got a new pair of black shoes. You like eating Mom's papaya lumpia but dislike the sauce.
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