Despite my myriad of crafty attempts to throw these bits of the long gone Fisher Price Farm’s gate away, they keep reappearing. Today, for the first time since I was donated them by Granny, I was glad to see them. The accompanying words were what made my sight pleasurable ~ and what made me run for my old point and click.
“Look, I made a triangle!” sang Jensen to Baby Dragon, holding it
millimetres from his nose where he was lay on the mattress next to his
My jaw dropped. We spent around twenty minutes yesterday talking about different shapes on his plastic shape sorting turtle that he had when he was younger. I was convinced he wasn’t listening and was merrily whacking the turtle’s shapes in whatever sequence he saw fit. My boy listened, and remembered!
Now I’m awaiting the day I hear, “Look Momma, a dodecahedron!” because until I reached my Post Graduate Teaching Certificate, I had no idea what one was. Here’s hoping he pays more attention in maths than I did, because (and I know that my husband will be smirking to himself when I quote one of our favourite shows, “Numbers”) “We all use maths, every day.”