Elias has been on a kick lately where he asks me the definition of a word. And then he asks me again, and again, and again, and again, over a period of several days or a few weeks. The reason for this repetition is unclear to me, but if an expert in childhood learning wants to enlighten me, I’d be grateful. Because it is making me BANANAS.
One of the words he’s latched onto lately is awkward. And I have found it to be a little hard to explain, so I keep fumbling around looking for a definition that will make sense to a five-year old.
A couple of days ago, he appeared in the bathroom while I was changing clothes and asked, again, what “awkward” means. I snapped back, “Well, it’s a little awkward that you keep coming back here while I’m half-naked, when I’ve told you over and over that I want privacy.”
That was super-productive, and we can tell this because his new trick is popping his head around the doorframe, making sure I’m not dressed, and singing, “Aaaaaaawkward!!!!”
I don’t know where he got such a smart mouth. Seriously, NO IDEA.