A while back, I taught Big to hold up one finger and say he is "1". That lasted about 2 days. Obviously, based on his current behavior, he feels that I was in error and have no idea what I was talking about (just for the record, he turned 17 months old today).
Now, when I ask him how old he his he says, "Eight!" When I question his honesty and ask him to tell me the truth he says, "Ten!" (He used to say "six" followed by "three"-- I guess he's aged since then).
His inflated age may be in his imagination, but his large size sure isn't! He is remaining true to his "Big" name-- as was illustrated today when I struggled to fasten his size 2T pants while he yelled "Tight! Too tight!"
(Okay, I'm not practicing some form of baby torture by putting him in skinny jeans or anything-- they were fresh out of the wash and just needed to stretch a little. But, I know, really! Size 2T! Pretty soon he'll be wearing size 3 with a six inch cuff!)
Big isn't my only child to suffer from delusions of age or maturity level. I'm reminded of a conversation I had with Pen right after she was accepted into preschool (she was not quite 4 years old).
Me: "Aren't you sooo excited to go to preschool Pen?"
Pen: (after a pause) "Yeah."
Me: "What's wrong? You seem really nervous. You'll have a great time, you know."
Pen: (with a little dismay) "Well, I just don't know what I'm going to teach the children."
Me: (after a shocked pause) "Ummm, don't you know that you are one of the children? You're not going to be a teacher there!"
Pen: "What?! Oh, okay. Then I'm excited."
I still find this conversation amazing. I knew at the time that she didn't really believe me when I told her she was one of the children, but I think she was so relieved that she wouldn't have to teach that she went along with it. She's still just "going along with it", I can tell.
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