You can send him upstairs to brush his teeth, and by the time he gets to the second floor Will has completely forgotten what he's supposed to be doing. But at the same time, he's got a somewhat freakish long term memory.
Example One: I got Helen a shirt at Target in September. It has a little saying on it. Because she is starting to read, I was trying to get her to sound out some of the easier words.
That's when Will piped up, "I know what it says: Play like a girl. Beat the boys!"
Since he can't read (at least, not nearly that well), I was floored. And thoroughly confused. Then he told me that it was just like the shirt that another little girl, Carter, had while we were on vacation.
He saw that shirt once. In early August. Someone read it to him.
And over a month and a half later he remembered exactly what it said when he saw it again.
Example Two: The other night, I picked Will and Helen up from school. We were planning to pick up some food somewhere and bring it home to eat, so I asked them where they wanted to go. They picked Chik-Fil-A. An excellent choice, except that there are no Chik-Fil-As near their school or our house. (Yet. Rumor is that we may be getting one close by soon. Yippity skippity!! But anyway . . . .)
So I told them that we couldn't go to Chik-Fil-A because there weren't any close by. They reminded me that Daddy brought Chik-Fil-A to them at the baseball game last week. I said, yes, but there is a Chik-Fil-A by Daddy's office so he got it from there. There is no Chik-Fil-A around here. That was the end of our Chik-Fil-A discussion, and we started discussing other dinner options.
About five minutes later, Will said, "Mommy, so are we a long way from Greenway Plaza?"
Greenway Plaza is the group of office buildings where Cort works. But we never say "Greenway Plaza" to the kids. Just "Daddy's office" or, at the most, they know that Mommy works downtown but Daddy doesn't. I have absolutely no recollection of ever telling Will about Greenway Plaza. But apparently at some point I did. Because when I asked him how he knew about Greenway Plaza, he told me that I told him once that Daddy worked there.
And he remembered it.
Example One: I got Helen a shirt at Target in September. It has a little saying on it. Because she is starting to read, I was trying to get her to sound out some of the easier words.
That's when Will piped up, "I know what it says: Play like a girl. Beat the boys!"
Since he can't read (at least, not nearly that well), I was floored. And thoroughly confused. Then he told me that it was just like the shirt that another little girl, Carter, had while we were on vacation.
He saw that shirt once. In early August. Someone read it to him.
And over a month and a half later he remembered exactly what it said when he saw it again.
Example Two: The other night, I picked Will and Helen up from school. We were planning to pick up some food somewhere and bring it home to eat, so I asked them where they wanted to go. They picked Chik-Fil-A. An excellent choice, except that there are no Chik-Fil-As near their school or our house. (Yet. Rumor is that we may be getting one close by soon. Yippity skippity!! But anyway . . . .)
So I told them that we couldn't go to Chik-Fil-A because there weren't any close by. They reminded me that Daddy brought Chik-Fil-A to them at the baseball game last week. I said, yes, but there is a Chik-Fil-A by Daddy's office so he got it from there. There is no Chik-Fil-A around here. That was the end of our Chik-Fil-A discussion, and we started discussing other dinner options.
About five minutes later, Will said, "Mommy, so are we a long way from Greenway Plaza?"
Greenway Plaza is the group of office buildings where Cort works. But we never say "Greenway Plaza" to the kids. Just "Daddy's office" or, at the most, they know that Mommy works downtown but Daddy doesn't. I have absolutely no recollection of ever telling Will about Greenway Plaza. But apparently at some point I did. Because when I asked him how he knew about Greenway Plaza, he told me that I told him once that Daddy worked there.
And he remembered it.
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