Simon is best friends with his little sis (who has just turned 6). He teaches her to make molecules
and she teaches him to play hopscotch
and to enjoy a walk in the evening
and to play together like kids do, including role-play (which Simon has finally mastered)
and he teaches her the tables of addition
and she teaches him to play outside
and he teaches her spatial orientation and more addition and subtraction with Magformers elements.
I often hear them say “I love you” to each other. Sometimes they talk about how things will be when they become old, really old. “I will probably die earlier than you,” – Simon said. “Because I’m two years older”. – “No, Simon, it doesn’t work that way”, – she answers. “Maybe not then. Maybe people won’t die anymore. Maybe there will be something left of me”.