For years, Thing One has struggled with that "making a connection" part of reading. You know, how does the book relate to his own situation. For the longest time, he'd just look at you with the blank stare as if he were saying "and this is important, why?".
Last night, I had a glimmer of hope that he was starting to get it when he blurted out that one of the characters in his book was "just like you Mom".
Only to be suddenly jolted back to reality when he continued with "well, except she has brown hair and you don't. And her eyes are brown and yours aren't"
Oh well...at least he's trying.
Hubby and I sent the boys to bed early last night and we settled in to watch Wild Hogs (pass the bad parent award my way: it wasn't even 7pm when we called it a night for them!). I found myself making connections to Hubby and some of the elements of the movie. (For those not familiar with the premise of the movie, 4 middle aged guys hit the road on their motorcycles)
The only problem is Hubby doesn't drive a hog, doesn't toss his gadgets to the wind and just seek the calm of the open road, and well...last time I checked he wasn't married to a swim suit model.
OK, so maybe this connection struggle is genetic?
3 comments:
One of my cousins tells a great story about putting her girls to bed at about 6pm. She'd just had it and the day needed to be over! This parenting gig provides for some funny stuff!
Hey, can we reschedule BIG LOVE for the side of the house? Nah, this is supposed to be the raunchy episode, better not.
We have been known to put the kids to bed at 6:30 before when the day wasn't ending soon enough. It's not a usual thing - - but sometimes a parents gotta do what a parents gotta do!
Sanity Rocks. I'll defend that!
hey but you get the good parent award for not letting them watch it with you!
your mommy tiara is intact! whew
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