The Lost Letter

“A is for airplane,” Dawson said this afternoon reviewing the ABC’s on his placemat. “B is for baseball,” he continued going across the mat. As he neared the end he said, “Y is for yo-yo. Where’s the N?” he asked looking at me.

I pointed back up to the middle of the mat where he had already reviewed this letter.

“But where’s the N?” he asked again.

Now I was curious because he has an N in his name and I know he knows all the letters. “Dawson, I just showed you where the N is.”

“Not that one Mama, the other one.”

“What other one?”

“You know, W, X, Y, N, Z.”