Communicating with a three-year-old isn't always a breeze. I understand the twins about 75% of the time--understand the words that are coming out of their mouths, that is! Sometimes, even after deciphering the words, I still don't have a clue what they want.
For example, yesterday, Tyler came up to me crying. "Cut the grass off my strawberries!" he pleaded. I repeated him with a question on my face. Then it came to me. The green grass. The cap of the strawberry. It's like 11th-grade English all over again. Interpreting the metaphors.
Just after that, Tyler buried his head in the fridge again looking for yogurt. I hollered at him from another room, "It's on the door!" He closed the fridge and skipped right on over to the back door. Puzzled, he looked at me and said, "I don't see it here!"
I promise, I have never, not even once, stored yogurt anywhere near the back door. I did leave some in a cooler at Shelby Farms one day, but that's another story all together.
They say that puzzles are good for your brain, to prevent dementia and Alzheimer's issues in old(er) age. I'm claiming Tyler as my daily puzzle. If you've got a kid with the mind of a poet, send him over. We'd have lots of fun.
Almost as much fun as 11th-grade English class.
I'm about the business of raising godly children. So far, God has blessed us with six of them! My husband owns his own business, and I'm fortunate enough to stay at home with the kiddos. If you're looking for deep philosophy on this blog, you're out of luck. If you'd prefer random tales of childhood tomfoolery, stick around!
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