Thursday, June 23, 2005

Work with Me Here

Harry has a wheelbarrow, brought from home, which has been at our place for a few days now. It's a popular toy, probably by virtue of its novelty. At the moment Harry has it, but George comes and tries to pull it from his hands. It's not as rude as it sounds, rather a matter of poor co-ordination of words and action: George asks for it while he reaches for it instead of before. Harry, not surprisingly, resists this importunity. I remove George's hand from the wheelbarrow, and commence to facilitate negotiations. Harry is not averse to sharing, merely to being presumed upon, and so it only takes a moment before he decides that George may have a turn. George stands and watches while this occurs. Now it's George's turn to observe the social niceties: "There, George! Harry says you may play with his wheelbarrow now. What do you say to Harry?" "I want to play ball with Darcy."


Blogger Candace said...

Kids are so distractable. I mean, just the other day

Hey look!

Something shiny!

6/23/2005 08:00:00 p.m.  
Blogger Mary P. said...


Mothers are so distractable. I think it has to do with never getting a chance to finish a single thought. For about ten years.

6/23/2005 08:46:00 p.m.  
Blogger Misfit Hausfrau said...

It is tragic that our ability to shift those gears lessens as we get older. Kids are truly amazing.

6/24/2005 07:29:00 a.m.  
Blogger August95 said...

Your gang sounds wonderful and very funny. Even if they don't mean to be.

6/24/2005 09:18:00 a.m.  

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