Yesterday evening, we went to visit my nephew Mason at home.
He’s been out of the hospital for one whole day at this point and my son Isaiah
hadn’t met him yet. I assumed that he wouldn’t really be interested in an
infant but I took him anyway because he should meet his new cousin.
At first he was a little apprehensive. I offered to sit by
him with the baby and he said no and instead sat further away from me. After
some time he did come close to me and even asked to hold him. It was precious.
The highlight of the evening was when Isaiah asked me how
old he is. Here is a rough re-cap of that conversation in which others also
tried to chime in and help me.
I: “How old is he?”
“Three days old”
I: “No. How old is he?”
“He’s three days old”
I: “I know that but how old is he?”
(What?) “He is three days old. Remember when your dad
dropped you off at school in the morning three days ago? That’s the day he was
born. So he’s three days old.”
I: “No. I know that but how old is he?”
This goes back and forth a few more times and others in the
house try to help him understand the concept of age in days.
I: “Ok, I’m four. So is he zero?” as he holds his hand up in
the air in a fist.
Everyone in the room looks at each other, “yes he’s zero”.
LOL
That was so funny and of course, cute! Oh, oh, I'm sure Halle did something cute there as well, you'd better write it down. LOL! :) Nani
ReplyDeleteYes they are at that stage where everything has to be the same and equal. If I tell one to do something they ask "Well what about (the other)". I adore them anyhow. Most of the time. :)
ReplyDeleteSo cute! I say "tough love". Teach them now that life isn't fair. Kidding...there's plenty of time in the REAL world for that. Auntie Sandra
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