Friday, April 23, 2010


On our way home, I tried to get Shef to tell me about his day. He hates to do this.

"Who was your Friday Friend today?" I asked.

"I don't remember," he said, sighing deeply.

"You don't remember?" I continued. "Well, who did you play with?"

"Oh," he said, resigned. "it was Hanna."

"Well, that's great," I said. "What did you guys do?"

"I don't know how to explain it," Shef said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I just don't know how to explain it."

I thought this was kind of ridiculous, and after a few more clarifying questions, he finally admitted that he and Hanna had played with some small wooden blocks.

"Ok, Mom," he said, after this painful interrogation. "I'm going to read this book now." It was the Star Wars graphic novel. And so what happened here was that literacy provided an easy escape for him from this important conversation.


Anonymous said...

Funny! why do they hate being asked about school? When I talk to my sis's 2 yr old after school I usually ask him how his day went and he responds GOOD. Even when I don't ask him he now just shouts GOOD at me.

LH said...

I've been playing out this scene with #1 son for the past decade. He doesn't usually switch gears to literacy tho. Usually he just listens to his ipod and walks around the backyard. The switch to literacy seems pretty good.