Just Go With It

For over a year now, SuperKid has been concerned that his socks go on the correct feet. At first, I tried to explain to him that socks are not like shoes; they can go on either foot. He's insisted that this is not possible, and persists in asking each time he is dressing, "Mom, are my socks on the right feet?" Now, I just say "Sure," or "Looks good to me."

I'm just Going With It.Recently, he asked to play that game that has the little squares with letters on it. I am nuts about Scrabble. I cannot express how happy I was to pull out that burgundy box. He's not ready to form words yet, but has created his own game. He lays out a collection of letters, I get to pronounce them, and he laughs hysterically. Even if he lays out all consonants, I still give it my best shot. I'm Just Going With It. SK has also been very interested in the story of Creation. He is constantly asking questions. Constantly. It's good though. Especially when he turns around and explains it to the dog. Overheard: "Tex, God said, 'Let there be dogs.' And there were dogs. That's how God made you, Tex!"

I'm Just Going With It.