Sunday, December 30, 2007

Our son, the genius

Yesterday, Dan and I were listening to Johnny Cash as I was stalking Dan and trying to find the exact right moment to slip a shirt over his head. He darted away and headed for the laundry hamper as we listened to "Sunday morning coming down." Just as the Man in Black was trying to find his "cleanest dirty shirt," Dan began rifling through his dirty clothes hamper, apparently trying to find his cleanest dirty shirt. Coincidence? Probably, but we prefer to think genius. He methodically removed one piece after another and stopped after he came upon the second white sock with a gray heel. He looked at the pile on the floor, picked up the first white sock with a gray heel and stared at the two as he held them in his hands. Dan found a match!

Genius, I tell you!

Now, we're working on cause and effect. Jim and I bought him a remote control car for Christmas. At first, he just watched us play with it. Then, he began trying to catch it. For a while, he would pick it up by the antenna and swing it around like a baby King Kong. This morning, I gave him the remote and pushed the button with his little fingers. The car moved, but I don't think he understood that he was making it move. He toddled around the living room and down the hall pushing the button and giggling the whole time, oblivious to the car that was following him around.

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