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Two days ago, Ana's running around all nakie, and I ask her what she wants for breakfast.
Ana: I want... cookie!
Me: Funny. But no, do you want eggs or oatmeal?
Ana: COOKIE!
Me: *sighs* Fine. Here, have this imaginary cookie.
Ana: *munchmunchmunch* More more please?
Me: (at pantry) Okay. Here you go. *puts out hand vaguely*
Ana: NO! *turns hand so it's facing the right way* Like that! *takes imaginary cookie, devours it* More more?
Me: Um, how about some oatmeal?
Ana: Cookie?
Me: *eyeroll* Fine. Here, have this whole imaginary bowl of imaginary cookies. Look, let's count. There's one, two, three, four, aaaaaand... one for later. *tucks imaginary cookie into imaginary pocket* Now, oatmeal or eggs?
Ana: Eggs.
Me: Great, fine. *takes out eggs, tickles Ana*
Ana (and this is the only interesting part of this whole story): NO! Don't hit cookie! *takes imaginary cookie out of imaginary pocket* You'll bweak it! Don't hit, Connie, okay?
Later she and I ate some imaginary candy canes. "No, Connie, you have to pull down first (she meant take off the wrapper), like this! Here, put in pocket, for later."
I can't wait until the day that she and Evie get into a fight because one won't share an imaginary ice cream....
[Poll #660809]
1. So, Ana's still intent on picking up her baby sister. Today she tried telling me that since I'd already held the baby, it was now her turn. Good try, sweetie, but you don't *get* a turn to hold your sister.
2. It was too frigid to go out. My mom did suggest she'd pay for car service, but that only works if I have money to start with and she pays me back. So I'm talking on the phone explaining that I don't have any money. At this, Ana gets this maniacal desire to pry into my pockets. Why? "Connie! You DO have money. No, you have money." A handful of change is now "money". "Connie, I want money". Such a delightfully precocious little child, she is.
3. The baby was sleepy in Jenn's room, but not yet asleep while I made the popcorn, so I sent Ana in there to shake the rattle. After a minute or so, the baby's closed her eyes for an extended period, so Ana comes out and closes the door, declaring "I all done". At this point, she learns what victims in sci-fi movies never learn - you don't press your luck. The baby starts fussing. "Oh no!" Back again she had to go (of her own volition, I was too busy laughing to ask her) to shake the rattle.
4. The kid has completely and totally figured out this counting concept. The only hurdle left is to get her to count in some sort of system so she doesn't skip over items like she does occasionally. In a bit we can start up on number and letter shapes. Probably. Give her some time to get used to this new piece of knowledge first, I think.
Ana: I want... cookie!
Me: Funny. But no, do you want eggs or oatmeal?
Ana: COOKIE!
Me: *sighs* Fine. Here, have this imaginary cookie.
Ana: *munchmunchmunch* More more please?
Me: (at pantry) Okay. Here you go. *puts out hand vaguely*
Ana: NO! *turns hand so it's facing the right way* Like that! *takes imaginary cookie, devours it* More more?
Me: Um, how about some oatmeal?
Ana: Cookie?
Me: *eyeroll* Fine. Here, have this whole imaginary bowl of imaginary cookies. Look, let's count. There's one, two, three, four, aaaaaand... one for later. *tucks imaginary cookie into imaginary pocket* Now, oatmeal or eggs?
Ana: Eggs.
Me: Great, fine. *takes out eggs, tickles Ana*
Ana (and this is the only interesting part of this whole story): NO! Don't hit cookie! *takes imaginary cookie out of imaginary pocket* You'll bweak it! Don't hit, Connie, okay?
Later she and I ate some imaginary candy canes. "No, Connie, you have to pull down first (she meant take off the wrapper), like this! Here, put in pocket, for later."
I can't wait until the day that she and Evie get into a fight because one won't share an imaginary ice cream....
[Poll #660809]
1. So, Ana's still intent on picking up her baby sister. Today she tried telling me that since I'd already held the baby, it was now her turn. Good try, sweetie, but you don't *get* a turn to hold your sister.
2. It was too frigid to go out. My mom did suggest she'd pay for car service, but that only works if I have money to start with and she pays me back. So I'm talking on the phone explaining that I don't have any money. At this, Ana gets this maniacal desire to pry into my pockets. Why? "Connie! You DO have money. No, you have money." A handful of change is now "money". "Connie, I want money". Such a delightfully precocious little child, she is.
3. The baby was sleepy in Jenn's room, but not yet asleep while I made the popcorn, so I sent Ana in there to shake the rattle. After a minute or so, the baby's closed her eyes for an extended period, so Ana comes out and closes the door, declaring "I all done". At this point, she learns what victims in sci-fi movies never learn - you don't press your luck. The baby starts fussing. "Oh no!" Back again she had to go (of her own volition, I was too busy laughing to ask her) to shake the rattle.
4. The kid has completely and totally figured out this counting concept. The only hurdle left is to get her to count in some sort of system so she doesn't skip over items like she does occasionally. In a bit we can start up on number and letter shapes. Probably. Give her some time to get used to this new piece of knowledge first, I think.
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Date: 2006-01-27 02:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-27 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-27 02:55 pm (UTC)*confused*
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Date: 2006-01-27 03:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-27 04:05 pm (UTC)Huh. I apparently never heard the original version, then.
Thank you for the reduction in my confusion. :)