I Should Have Known Better

Sometimes, I walk right into those moments that make me want to “palm slap” myself on the forehead.  I had one of them this morning, and as soon as I asked Kaitlyn the question, I knew I was in for one.

For her birthday, Kaitlyn got some Squinkies toys.  They are little rubber toys inside a plastic ball.  She really enjoyed them when she first got them, and just like every other toy she gets, she forgot about them for a while.  She got them out once or twice after we got home from vacation, but they never really seemed to have staying power.

Kaitlyn dragged them out briefly this weekend, but, again, was finished with them faster than she could drag them out.  I figured that was the end of it.  Until this morning.

squinkies_bubblePack1Before I left for work, I went in her room to make her bed.  She was playing with her Squinkies on the floor.  She had them all lined up on top of their little dispenser like they were ready for inspection.  And then I asked the question, and I should have known better.  I asked her when she started playing with them again.  Her answer was so nonchalant and had almost a tinge of “dad, that is a silly question” to it.  She said to me, “right after mommy finished braiding my hair.”  Of course.

I should have known better.  Kaitlyn lives in the moment most of the time.  To her, my question was clearly about when this morning she started playing with them again, and was unrelated to the fact that they had been stored away for most of the time since we had moved.  My mistake.

Kaitlyn’s literal and linear thinking is one of the traits I love most about her, and one of the traits that is the most frustrating to me.  Maybe that is because we are so similar.  While in my head I had connected all the steps from start to finish when it came to playing with her toys, she had not quite gotten to the same end point as I had.  Her brain does not allow her to process too much information that it deems to be inconsequential; it is sort of like having to show your work in math class…you can answer the most complex question, but sometimes the hardest part is showing how you arrived at that solution.  It is part of why she rushes through her work all the time.  Her brain is going a million miles per hour, and she is always wanting to go on to the next question or task.



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