A quick story that Libby just relayed to me from her car ride with Gabe to school this morning:
Gabe: What does 'd a' spell?
Libby: It doesn't really spell anything
Gabe: I thought it spelled 'day.'
Libby: No, that's 'd a y.'
Gabe: What does 'd a i' spell?
Libby: That doesn't really spell anything.
Gabe: What does 'd a d' spell?
Libby: Sound it out.
Gabe: I think it spells 'dumb.'
And Libby laughed and laughed and laughed, then she called me. I'm not sure that she corrected him either, so that might be how he spells 'dumb' from now on.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Gabe's Girlfriend
It seems impossibly soon for this kind of topic to be coming up. I mean, I remember having my first kiss in the early part of my second grade year--which isn't really very far away for Gabe, when I think about it. But still. And, no, I don't think it's gotten to a kissing stage yet. But here's what I know.
There is a girl in Gabe's class that he is . . . smitten by. Really, that's the best word I can come up with for it. It is ADORABLE. At the mention of her name (which I won't use here), he gets these big doe-y eyes and a goofy smile crosses his face. And then he says her name in a kind of whisper. He identifies her as his "girlfriend." But I'm not sure he knows what, exactly, any of that means.
Here's what I've been able to discern. Gabe considers this girl his girlfriend. But, when I asked if it was mutual, if she considered Gabe to be her boyfriend, he has never given me a straight answer. Which means either he doesn't grasp the concept of the question I'm asking or he's never even considered it an option (or that she has rebuffed him and he's a weird stalker kid, I guess). I've tried to explain the concept of a mAnd I know that for the last three school days he has tried to arrange a play date with her after school.
The first day, as we walked to the bus, he told me, "She is going to come over before dinner." "But," I point out, "she doesn't know where we live." He saw the logic in this argument and let it slide. I was glad to get off so easily.
The second day, he told me, "She is coming over before dinner. I gave her our address." And he did because he knows our address by heart. So I had to explain to him that she still wouldn't be coming over because kids don't get to make play dates. Adults make play dates for kids because kids don't know how to drive and can't get from one house to another with the help of an adult. So the adults have to be the ones to make the decisions. He refused to accept the logic of this argument and decided that she was still going to come over to our house. When dinner time came, he was visibly disappointed (for about a minute, because that's usually about as long as it takes for him to move on to the next thing in his brain) that she hadn't shown up.
On the third day (Friday), he told me, "She is coming over before dinner (he said it every time, I'm not sure why he was so concerned that it had to happen before dinner). Her mom said she needed a note inviting her over, so I wrote a note and asked her to come over." I smiled at this one. The kid is determined, I'll give him that. I explained that, more than likely, her mom wanted a note from the parent inviting her over to play, to make sure it was OK with all of the adults involved before going any further with it. Since we were still in the school parking lot at the time, and her mom had parked two cars away from us, Gabe tried to open up his door. "I'll run over and ask her and you can write a note!" "We can't tonight, bub. You're going out to Nana and Poppa's tonight, remember?" "Oh," he said as he deflated. And then, after two seconds, he immediately perked up as he remembered that he was going out to Nana and Poppa's for the weekend.
So it's been an interesting week, I guess, and we'll have to see how things develop.
There is a girl in Gabe's class that he is . . . smitten by. Really, that's the best word I can come up with for it. It is ADORABLE. At the mention of her name (which I won't use here), he gets these big doe-y eyes and a goofy smile crosses his face. And then he says her name in a kind of whisper. He identifies her as his "girlfriend." But I'm not sure he knows what, exactly, any of that means.
Here's what I've been able to discern. Gabe considers this girl his girlfriend. But, when I asked if it was mutual, if she considered Gabe to be her boyfriend, he has never given me a straight answer. Which means either he doesn't grasp the concept of the question I'm asking or he's never even considered it an option (or that she has rebuffed him and he's a weird stalker kid, I guess). I've tried to explain the concept of a mAnd I know that for the last three school days he has tried to arrange a play date with her after school.
The first day, as we walked to the bus, he told me, "She is going to come over before dinner." "But," I point out, "she doesn't know where we live." He saw the logic in this argument and let it slide. I was glad to get off so easily.
The second day, he told me, "She is coming over before dinner. I gave her our address." And he did because he knows our address by heart. So I had to explain to him that she still wouldn't be coming over because kids don't get to make play dates. Adults make play dates for kids because kids don't know how to drive and can't get from one house to another with the help of an adult. So the adults have to be the ones to make the decisions. He refused to accept the logic of this argument and decided that she was still going to come over to our house. When dinner time came, he was visibly disappointed (for about a minute, because that's usually about as long as it takes for him to move on to the next thing in his brain) that she hadn't shown up.
On the third day (Friday), he told me, "She is coming over before dinner (he said it every time, I'm not sure why he was so concerned that it had to happen before dinner). Her mom said she needed a note inviting her over, so I wrote a note and asked her to come over." I smiled at this one. The kid is determined, I'll give him that. I explained that, more than likely, her mom wanted a note from the parent inviting her over to play, to make sure it was OK with all of the adults involved before going any further with it. Since we were still in the school parking lot at the time, and her mom had parked two cars away from us, Gabe tried to open up his door. "I'll run over and ask her and you can write a note!" "We can't tonight, bub. You're going out to Nana and Poppa's tonight, remember?" "Oh," he said as he deflated. And then, after two seconds, he immediately perked up as he remembered that he was going out to Nana and Poppa's for the weekend.
So it's been an interesting week, I guess, and we'll have to see how things develop.
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