I was still in a bathrobe this morning and pulling out Christmas decorations when there was a pounding on my front door. Recognizing the vigor and height of the sound as belonging to the efforts of my most frequent visitor, 4-year-old O. from next door, I opened the door in spite of my attire. O. was there with his mom J., who had run over to ask me the first name of a neighbor so she could address a gift properly. O., of course, came right into the house and went straight for the Christmas decorations.
"Who are those stockings for? What are these? What's this? A gingerbread man! I want a gingerbread man! Can I hang this one? Where's the star? What do you put on top of your tree? We put a star. Where's your star? Why is it Harry Potter? We have a STAR. Can I hang up Harry Potter? Why not? Can I hang this one? What's this? Can I hang this one? I wanna hang THAT one!"
Actually, it was not at all unlike working with a roomful of 7th graders; the stream of questions isn't all that much different.
And now the decorations are placed on the tree -- all of them on the branches that hang at eye level to a 4-year-old (except for Harry Potter on his broom and reaching for the snitch, which is in its proper place at the top).
O. got the gingerbread man he coveted (as I had put it in the pile to give away anyway), and, in a few minutes, I'm going to go and move most of the decorations onto the upper limbs. O. will never notice.
Well, at least he got them half way there, saved you the trouble of getting them out of the box. sort of.
ReplyDeleteSo -- one four year old is like a room of 7th graders? Or is one 7th grader the equal of one 4 year old?
ReplyDeleteWhat an energetic addition to your Saturday morning. Hope I get to see your tree when I am in UT next week.