It’s Not All Mary Poppins

He knows wut he knows…

967718_indecisionThe layers are being revealed.

Little William is solemn, brave, and friendly. I knew that.

I’ve discovered that he is also very methodical. Give him a puzzle, and he sorts the pieces by type, then follows the picture (“the map”) and assembles it from left to right. Or, if the mood strikes, from right to left or top to bottom. But there is always Method and Order.

And he is also Opinionated. Even when those opinions are based on… well, I’m not sure quite what.

“Emily, when we get to the corner, which way will we turn?”
“That way.” Emily indicates right.
“No, it’s not.” William is quite, quite sure. William, who has never been to the park with us before.

“We are going to my park, William. You are probably thinking of a park close to your house. This will be a different park,” I explain, “and Emily’s right. We need to go that way.”

“No.” He is not angry or petulant. He is just very, very sure. And perhaps a little puzzled as to why we are arguing with him, when he KNOWS.

“William. I have been to this park about a million times. I go to this park two or three times every week all summer long. Don’t you think I know how to get there?”

He considers a beat.

“I think not.”

Well. What do you do when the Accurate meets the Implacable?

You ignore it, that’s what. You ignore it, turn right, and — wonder of wonders — you GET TO THE PARK!!!

And if you’re a grown-up, you don’t stick out your tongue and do the nyah-nyah-poo-poo dance. But if the children do it? It might just be that you just don’t notice that. Because if you did, you’d probably have to stop them…

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August 19, 2009 - Posted by | individuality, quirks and quirkiness | , , , , ,

6 Comments »

  1. Oh, yes, my kids are often very sure of things they know nothing about. My daughter, at 3.5, was in the car with me, and asked me what time it was, so I told her. She asked if the car had a clock, and I said yes. She said that the clock was on the front of the radio. I said, no, the clock is on the dashboard, behind the steering wheel, and I pointed to it. She insisted that no, the clock was on the radio. I said that I can see the clock, it’s behind the steering wheel, and that while it’s true that there are numbers on the radio, those are the numbers for the music, not a clock. She said no, the clock is on the radio, and she told me that when I turn the radio on I can see the clock. She was very insistent, and upset when I tried to explain. I said “Don’t you think that Mommy knows things and can explain things to you?” She said “Not about cars and radios.”

    Comment by lynn | August 19, 2009 | Reply

  2. I love it when they solemly believe they are right and you are wrong. My son is very certain that the animal on the Ice Age movies is a Moose….not a Mamoth as I patiently tried to explain….no Mummy, it is a MOOSE! He is absoutely certain and sincerely insistent that he is right.

    Comment by Tammy | August 20, 2009 | Reply

  3. Yeah, isn’t it funny how sometimes you just happen to be looking the other way? I know that one.

    Yesterday, my children kept telling me some of the raisins in their bread were not actually raisins, they were jam. (The bread was cut, so some of them looked like sticky circles of jam.) Very annoying when you can’t convince them of the truth.

    Comment by Mwa | August 20, 2009 | Reply

  4. Lol..I’m liking little William. 🙂 So cute!

    Comment by ~S~ | August 20, 2009 | Reply

  5. Really? When you’re the adult, can’t you go ahead and stick that tongue out, just once in a while?
    (Of course, my know-it-all is eleven now, so maybe that’s why I struggle…) 😉

    Comment by LoryKC | August 20, 2009 | Reply

  6. It’s funny how often adults behave exactly the same way: No proof will alter their erroneous convictions of the simplest facts. Currently the US Postal Service is having trouble grappling with where I and my neighbors live.

    LoryKC, if the kid were eleven, I’d go ahead and stick out the tongue.

    Comment by Helen Huntingdon | August 20, 2009 | Reply


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