I was teaching Charlie "tall, tall-er, tall-est" today, and we were using our family as an example. "Who's the tallest?"
"Daddy!"
"Who's the shortest?"
"Robbie!"
etc etc. It backfired on me though, when we I got to "Robbie is short-er than you, and you are short-er than Jamie. Silence. So I repeated it.
"WHAAAAAA"
Apparently Charlie did not know he was shorter than Jamie. I was flabbergasted, but should have known better... after all, this is the child who thinks he literally is The Hulk. I measured both of them and then showed Charlie the difference, but he was more stubbornly convinced he was taller, than a 15th century sailor was of a flat earth. Jamie reacted with a roundhouse punch that knocked Charlie flat on his back. "Could I have done that if you were bigger than me?" Jamie asked. Charlie paused for a second as Jamie helped him back up, and then philosophically agreed. I mean how could he argue with that? Crisis averted, friendship restored (although just FYI, he's still The Incredible Hulk).
I'm not sure I'll ever understand how boys communicate.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
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