When you have more than one child you come to realize that, although you love them the same, you don’t parent them the same.
When Carter was a baby I spent countless hours reading to him, playing with him, and teaching him things. When Grant was a baby Carter was a toddler…soooo…yeah. I didn’t do those things as much with him.
By 18 months Carter had every book we owned memorized. I’m not making this up. I have witnesses. One of the books in his repertoire was “Opposites” by Sandra Boynton.
Today Grant happened to pull that book out and ask me to read it. I don’t know why, having never really gone over it with him, I expected him to just know what opposites were. But I did…and he didn’t.
Here’s how the reading went:
Me: “Big and small. Short and…”Grant: “Giraffe.”
Me: “No. What’s the opposite of short?”Grant: “Giraffe.”
Me: “Heavy and light. Day and…”Grant: “Moon.”
Me: “No, it rhymes with LIGHT. Heavy and light. Day and…”Grant: “Sleeping.”
Pretty soon he just started naming the animals instead of actually trying to guess the word...
In and turtle. Whisper and hippo.
Me: “Hot and…”
Grant: “Warm.”Me: “Warm is not the opposite of hot. Try again. Hot and…”
At least that’s an actual phrase.
Me: “Ok. Hot and COLD. Young and…”Grant: “Dinosaur.”
Correct! When someone is really old they can be referred to as a dinosaur. Way to think outside the box!
Me: “Now he’s out in the rain and she’s under the umbrella. So he’s wet and she’s…”Grant: “Warm” (He apparently really wanted warm to be the answer one of these times.)
Me: “No, he’s getting wet and she’s…”Grant: “A chick.”
He needs more work on opposites.
But clearly, instead of going over it with him again I’m…writing a blog about it.