Sunday, January 23, 2011
Ahh - the many questions of a small boy
"How do they change the traffic lights Mum?", "What do those letters on the side of the telegraph pole mean?", "What is that thing in the footpath Mum?", "How do the clouds get rid of their rain? (at least on that one I'm a trained Geography teacher so I have some vague idea), and it has gone on. Walking to and from school each day was a very tiring experience for me.With him at school, the opportunities to ask the questions have been cut in half - phew!
And a simple "Oh, I don't know", does, just, not, cut it. Full and reasonable explanation that makes plausible sense to him is the only acceptable path. This can take time. A long time. Especially when you are three years old and you don't fully understand the water cycle yet. So let's just say (putting it nicely) that I'm a little worn out.
So last week, we're walking along and he asks a question about the car. I mutter something inaudible and he gets super frustrated. I repeat my (admittedly weak) answer. He gets frustrated because he knows that I'm not engaging with him properly.
He then, with an unusually calm voice says, "If I'm going to be a SCIENTIST Mum, I need to know the answers to things. You need to give me the answers".
Well, if you had told me that when you were two, I might not have got so frustrated (unlikely though - it was hard work!).
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