The five-year-old and I had a tug-and-pull game yesterday as I was trying to get him to sit and work on his workbook. His attention span is short, and he is easily distracted by all sort of things, big and small — a spider outside of the window, neighbor’s lawn mowing machine, my boiling water on the stove, and noise coming from the iPad where Peanut was working on his alphabet apps.
Once in awhile he’d sit there and started day-dreaming, the mind ran off elsewhere, perhaps back in Jurassic time where he recited names of dinosaurs that he knows. Sometimes he just plopped down onto the floor looking for a dirty spot and asked me if he could get the rag and clean it for me.
Arghhhh…I pulled my hair out. But once he got into it, he did very well.
Later on in the evening, he told O, Mẹ is a tough teacher. If he had known the definition of a “Tiger Mom” he would probably use that to describe me, out of being critical of my expectations for him.