Children’s Day is dedicated.
The past story of tea = cooking.

There is a saying that if you want a child to grow a vegetable or weed, send him to his grandmother in the village. She also educates what she can and how she can, and these grandmothers usually know nothing. And that “nothing” of such children then grows up. And we, the students of the capital linguistic university, had to get in a building squad in a distant Volgograd village. Around the village - consistent zones, and in the nearby district center - settlers. And another public. Somewhere far away was the town of Kotlas. No civilization, we build a railway through the forest debris somewhere to the woods. The squad is purely male, there are a couple of chefs around whom the commissioner, the commander, the enterprise climb. For us, the ordinary soldiers of the squad obviously did not light up with entertainment anything. And next to our construction is an abandoned village, in which a couple of old women and grandchildren aged 3-4, abandoned by tender parents for the summer to grandmother. This grandmother did not think about almost anything and the boy was obviously tired of such a life. Therefore, the appearance in the zone of visibility of the building order for him was like the appearance of aliens. Every day he came and quietly sat in the side and opened his mouth watching how we swirled the railway tracks. and silence. But we were not silent, we spoke and for a little language practice each spoke in the language that was his specialty. English French German Italian Spanish. They also specialize in understanding additional languages. It should be understood that the literary content in our negotiations was minimal. In Russian analogues sound even more diverse. Until this happened. One day, one of us turned to a boy forgetting to speak Spanish. And he in pure castilian to him maternally and answered. Surprised, the other of us turned to the boy in German - the one about the same topic to him in German. It turned out that the guy had just a wonderful memory and musical hearing. He remembered everything, he could sing any of our songs by listening to it only once. All our foreign talks ended and we started teaching the language.
We talked to him for a month and a half and he, a child, answered us equally.
20 years of linguistics. An amazing talent. Give God that in those wilderness in the midst of the depressing wilderness his talent is not plunged into dirt and misery. God let him not be like everybody else.

Having raised my three children I will say the main thing - all children are talented and genius up to 5-7 years old. And then start growing all that you have invested in them in these years. Do not trust them in these years stupid old ladies.
Stretch and try to give them as much as possible and be rewarded according to your merits.