As I’ve blogged about before, AM’s amazing ganenet’s tenure is over. (She had a baby boy at the beginning of July.) She was replaced by a woman who seems nice enough, but appears unable to wrap her head around What 4-Year-Olds Are Like.
(Relevant digression in 3…2…1)
Two weeks ago, I took the kids to a pool one hot afternoon. They loved it, of course. There was a large wading pool with a slide and, stupid me, I went into the big pool with them. Stupid because after that they ONLY wanted to be in the big pool. At the shallow end it is 1.1 meters deep, which means that Miss M, at 115 cm, won’t technically drown, she just constantly looks like she is in distress from all the flapping and splashing. But good that she can take care of herself, because AM clings to my neck like a baby monkey and blocks half my vision and the use of my left arm.
AM was very excited about the whole thing and naturally talked up his pool experience at gan, but did what little kids do. He mixed some facts (big pool and small pool) with some fiction (he told the ganenet on a Sunday that he had gone “yesterday,” and she knows that we are religious and so that could not have been accurate). I confirmed for her the truth vs. fiction parts.
But then today, over a week later, she brings it up AGAIN. He probably talked about it again and expressed the hope that he would get to go swimming soon. (I told them we’d go again later in the summer, on a day when “Abba can come too.”) She was acting like he was making up things out of whole cloth/losing his mind. I mean even if he were making things up (which he’s not, he’s just got the details wrong), isn’t that part of the charm of pre-schoolers? They take something barely based in fact and fill in the details to suit their fantasies? Or misinterpret things because, hey, they’re four. Better to do it while you’re adorable.
So, to sum up, I really miss his ganenet, who would sometimes confirm that yes/no we had been to the beach or yes/no we were going to Jerusalem or yes/no ate chocolate cake on Shabbat, but if the facts didn’t match the story would just smile and say, “What a cutie.”
Extra bonus example:
The kids are getting to know that fruit and vegetables are seasonal. Right now I’m not buying apples (unless I am desperate), pears, avocados, or bananas (they’ve been awful lately, and my SIL explained it’s because they are a winter fruit). Instead we have grapes or melon, peaches or plums.
This morning AM wanted to know where the Honey Nut Cheerios were. I said that we didn’t have any right now, but we had open boxes of Cheerios and Multigrain Cheerios. “Oh,” he said, wisely, “Honey Cheerios are not in season.”