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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.