Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Tonight, I gained a closer perspective into the differences between her view of a lot of work and mine: she was coloring on the floor, and had a few papers scattered about. There were no more than ten sheets, so I asked her to do her own job of picking them up before she went to bed. She came over at second request and began to collect them. Suddenly, she stopped and, looking over the lay of them, exclaimed, "no way am I going to be able to pick up that many things!", and promptly walked off. I guess it looked like more to her up close.
But she's sometimes easy the other way as well. I replied that she was able to scatter them out, so she definitely could pick them all up. She replied with a voice of discovery, "Yea, I guess I can!" then gathered them, leaving the pile on the floor where they were.
























