One thing parenting has taught me is that my perception of the world is not to be taken for granted. Just because something is apparent to me does not meant that it’s going to come across to Little Man as clearly. Case in point:
One of Little Man’s favorite books is the Dr. Seuss alphabet book (you know, “Big A, little a, what begins with A? Aunt Annie’s Alligator, A a A…” I think I can actually recite the whole book by heart). There’s a lot of repetition in the book, which is one of its best (and, dare I say, worst) points. Through this endless repetition, Little Man has really learned his letters nicely. There’s only one glitch: the letter S. Here is the text:
Silly Sammy Slick
sipped six sodas
sick sick sick
As you can see, the letter “s” itself is not repeated in the same manner as the other letters. As a result, my toddler thinks that the letter “s” is called “sick.” I discovered this when we were at the end of the book, pointing at letters and identifying them. Little Man was doing great until we reached “S.” I pointed to the letter and he proudly said, in his little squeaky voice, “Sick!” I just laughed. Sick it will be, for now, at least.
Just this Shabbos, Little Man came up with another unique perception. He was happily playing away when he passed some gas. It totally interrupted his train of thought. I could practically see his little brain going, “hmmm, what’s that?” After it was done, he turned to me and said: “Burp. Diaper.” (really, with his toddler pronunciation, it sounded more like “Burp. Biaper,” which is cute on its own). When I told my husband, he was quite impressed with Little Man’s cleverness. Men.