Thanks, Wean, I agree. Uncle just doesn't get how to get on with kids. For example, when I went to school I didn't know my colours. My parents had diligently taught me what was red, green etc but uncle used to point at something blue and tell me it was yellow and I was utterly confused. He tells bear he is going to take stuff away or not let him have stuff. I think it's the only way he knows how to deal with kids - to tease them - and he has a heart the size of Wales. He adores bear. I just keep a close eye when they do meet and I keep it short.
Bless - I think bear is very clever. At the end of Year Three he was getting 100% in mental maths aimed at Year Six. His maths tutor has struggled to challenge him as he just 'gets' it. As far as I know he hasn't been tested at school, and there isn't a culture of skipping grades in the UK. Theoretically he could start doing maths exams early, but with the way things are set up here, I am not sure it would be healthy. His teacher looked a little weary as he mentioned that every topic they did, bear had already looked it all up and knew all that he was going to teach already. I think he is an awesome teacher. I don't envy him though. He is teaching a lad who, when asked whether he knew what sodium was, defined it as an alkaline metal. The school haven't reached the stages of even talking about elements. Obviously I am proud of him, immensely proud, but I sometimes wonder how it will all turn out. He may settle down to middling in secondary school, or he may continue bright. I'm keeping the pressure off.