Extra II. Too Old

At the unexpected question, Cayden delayed to lift the plastic fork to his mouth. "Three," he replied with round eyes.

“Is it just three, Little Prince?” Gabriella whispered while wiping the sauce that stained the corners of her son's lips.

"Three years old," Cayden gave the more complete answer. A second later, ignoring Mr. Hunt's amazed expression, he devoured the spaghetti that had been stuck at the fork.

Meanwhile, the old man sighed in disbelief. "Three years old? How can a child this young be so articulate?”

"That's because Cayden Evans is a genius toddler, Dad," Greta explained while adding potato slices to her parent's plate.

"Genius?"

Hearing the grandfather's doubts, Julian spontaneously nodded. “Both of his parents have high IQs. It's not surprising that Cayden is also a genius. At such a young age, he can even recognize all the letters and count to ten.”

"Twelve!" the Little Prince exclaimed, correcting his uncle.