Isn’t it funny how quickly kids learn things from other kids?
And it isn’t always good stuff they are learning. (Wait, is it ever good stuff?)
Crappy Boy is older so he is usually the one doing the teaching. Crappy Baby does the learning.
Crappy Boy will figure out how to do something and Crappy Baby will watch and learn. Instantly.
Like when Crappy Boy showed Crappy Baby how to drag over a chair to reach the hidden cookies on the top shelf of the pantry. (had to find a new home for my thin mints – the freezer of course)
Or when Crappy Boy showed Crappy Baby that if he angled his body in a very specific way he was small enough to fit under our yard fence and could escape. (had to fix the fence)
Or when Crappy Boy taught Crappy Baby how to unlock the art supplies cabinet. The one with all the paint and glue and glitter in it. (the mess was so glorious I took pictures)
Yep, Crappy Boy is a good teacher…
So I’m thinking about this as we drop him off at his grandparents’ house. He is spending the day there but Crappy Baby is coming with us to our friends’ new house.
So we arrive at our friends’ new house. They moved into this house a few months back but this is our first time seeing it.
Oh and they have a son. He is a year younger than Crappy Baby.
I’m really curious to see how Crappy Baby will be without his big brother there. Without his teacher. Nobody is going to show him how to slide down the wooden banister. Or how to unlock the ice maker on the fridge.
It will be so much easier today!
Their backyard is a steep terraced hill. It goes up and up and up. There are stairs all the way up the hill. There is a retaining wall and a lovely wrought iron door. The door latches at the very top so the kids can’t open it and run up the steep stairs unsupervised. (Or, you know, fall down them.)
But of course they want to go up.
But they are stuck down here with us. The door won’t budge because they can’t reach the latch. For a moment, I’m glad that Crappy Boy isn’t here. He could probably reach that latch. And if he couldn’t, he’d know that dragging a chair over would do the trick.
My friend tells me that she had the wrought iron door and scroll detail next to the door installed to make sure he wouldn’t be able to climb up by himself. To make it safe.
This way, she can relax when he is playing on the patio. No escaping and falling down the steep stairs or the retaining wall.
I see Crappy Baby looking at the door. At the wall. At the scroll.
And I know what is coming. I’ve seen this look before. Except on his older brother’s face.
He grabs the scroll with both hands, hooks one leg up over the ledge and then hoists himself up:
Her son watches intently.
And he is impressed.
And like all kids watching another kid, he is a quick learner.
I sheepishly turn to my friend and say, “Um, I think my kid just taught yours how to climb the wall. Sorry.”
Turns out, Crappy Baby is a good teacher too.
Your kids “teach” or “learn” anything lately? (But I don’t mean braggy things like how your three-year-old taught the Pythagorean theorem to the kids at the park. Because that’s just annoying.)
This is the part of the post where I start talking about my BOOK. I’m trying not to be annoying about this so I put it here on the bottom. I even angle the text with italics so it is less in your face and has a more gentle feel. Is it working? “It will not be a bad feel. “
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