Monday, February 6, 2012

Another One

I have children who suffer from some disassociation with reality when it comes to their age. There is a major disconnect between their true age and the 'age' they view themselves to be. I mean, they know their age. Their number. But it just doesn't seem to occur to them that that means anything. 

I realized this was the case with Pen when she was 3 1/2 and was admitted to preschool. The poor girl didn't know what she was going to teach the children. It came as such a shock to her when I informed her that she was going to be one of the students and not a teacher. 

Then there's Big. He is quite convinced that it is his mother that is holding him back from being able to pursue his construction career. The fact that he was 3 years old when he accused me of such means absolutely nothing. Age is just a number, after all.

As I was unloading the dishwasher just now, Edith eagerly crawled over to 'help' me out. As she approached I said aloud, "Uh-oh. Looks like the baby is coming to give me a hand." Edith actually stopped mid-crawl to look behind her to see who I was talking about. 

Looks like I've birthed another one.


Melody Joy Fields said...

Excellent! Never let something as silly as a number hold you back!

carmar76 said...

haha! that just means you are raising geniuses. good job!! : )

patti's place said...

Children like their mother! Stands to reason.

jww said...

LOL. Edith's reaction is so cute. I only have one of those (mmmm, maybe 1 1/2) in my house, but I know exactly what you're talking about. I knew about Big, but the story about Pen at preschool really cracks me up!