Outsmarted, School

Patterns

Last week Sean had an extra-credit homework assignment that involved investigating patterns.  He grabbed the clipboard and tucked a pencil behind his ear and off we set around the house to do some research. We walked around the perimeter of the outside of the house and took note of everything we saw that could be interpreted as a pattern.  He came up with flowers, leaves, the pumpkin, the fence, the roof shingles and the bricks.  Inside he determined there are patterns on the floor tile, the fabrics of the furniture, the Kleenex box and the carved…

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Television, Lofty Ideals and The Pitchman

Back when we were pregnant and studying fervently for our advanced degrees in parenting, we came across this article which suggested that children under the age of two should not be allowed to watch any television, none at all. Their theory was that the electronic medium of television alters the tender brain chemistry of toddlers and could play a role in some of the sensory issues that beset our children today, issues that we haven’t seen so much in previous generations.  That seemed like a reasonable hypothesis to us and so we went with it and…

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The Holiday Shop

If there was one thing I thought I knew about my child it is this:  He cannot keep a secret. Early in December, Sean brought home a flyer from school announcing the annual Holiday Shop!  I put the exclamation point there so you might know just how thrilled I was with this news. The flyer reported which classes would visit the Holiday Shop on which days and at what time.  The flyer also stated with vehemence (probably inferred on my part) that there would be NO preview this year and that the vendor was the same…

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The Wooden Spoon

There are some questions for which I have no answers.  And with a 5-year-old about the house, the list of those unanswerable questions grows daily. We don’t have a house full of fancy furniture, but AD and I go to a lot of trouble to teach Sean to respect what we have so that it might become ingrained in his being to respect the property of others as well as public property.  We think this is important and wish deeply that everyone held the same view. Since the sippy cup era, we’ve repeatedly asked Sean not…

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Pluto Is On The Outs

Before Sean could even talk, he became interested in the solar system. I have an old book on the solar system that I picked up at a garage sale or somewhere and we have leafed through it many times over. A week or so ago, he came home from school with a Weekly Reader and he was very excited to show it to me because it was on the solar system.  He held it up to his chest and pointed to each planet and gave me a little lecture on the properties of each planet.  Verily…

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Makes Me Sigh, Outsmarted, Snips And Snails, Sometimes Sweet

More Four. Please.

Yesterday afternoon, I heard a muffled scuffling banging sound coming from Sean’s room.   I somehow knew it was him hanging by one hand like an orangutan from the upper hang rod in his closet with the other hand blindly reaching, swiping and digging for something in the deep dark recesses of the closet.  I also knew that he was standing tip toe on one foot on a precariously positioned stool that was about to tip over while he balanced his other foot on the lower hang rod, all but knocking off the fall and winter clothes I had just organized and hung there the week before.…

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The Art of Persuasive Rhetoric

Last night, on the way home from soccer, Sean asked if we could stop by Sonic and get a peach iced tea.  I love peach iced tea and Sonic, but I just wasn’t in the mood to stop.  I was tired and I was anxious to get home, get dinner going and get back to the joy of scraping wallpaper. So I said no.  “But I really want to go to Sonic! Besides, I never get my way!” he whined and then he added a Harrumph! to emphasize that he never gets his way.  Normally my…

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I Like The Way He Thinks

In the bathtub this evening, Sean was dunking his head under the water and proudly showing me how he could hold his breath, which I believe led to the following conversation. But with a four-year-old, you never really know. “Mommy, I’m glad I’m not a hippo because then I’d have to eat grass.” “Yes, that’s true, hippos are herbivores, they eat river grass and other vegetation. And what are lions?” “Carnivores.” “That’s right, they eat meat. And humans are omnivores. We eat both meat and vegetables.” “What about the crackers?” “Well, um, yes, crackers. Those fit…

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Freaks Me Out A Little

This afternoon, it’s hot, as one might expect of Texas in August.  Sean and I are hanging out in the den, avoiding going to the grocery store and doing other things that need to be done.  We are goofing off and we are darn good at it too. He’s pulling all the cushions off the sofa and stacking them and pretending to be on a boat and I’m sitting in a chair with no cushions because the cushions are all on the boat. I’m working on my laptop and not really paying attention to him as he…

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Always Real, Outsmarted

Guest Towels As Explained To A 4-Year-Old

AM:  Here, Sean, don’t use those towels.  Use this one.   Sean: But I like those towels.  Why can’t I use those towels?   AM:  Those are guest towels.   Sean:  (blinks)   AM:  They’re for guests.   Sean: (blinks)    Sean:  Am I a guest?   AM:  No. You live here.  Here, here’s your towel.   Sean:  Oh. (disappointed)  Why can’t I use the pretty towels?    AM: (blinks)   AM:  Why indeed.    AM:  Here.  (hands over the pretty towel)  Be my guest.