There are days when the girls are princesses, horse owners, fairies, cooks, fashion designers, models and some sort of superstars – but I never get an overpowering sense of which profession is actually going to stick. Then there is the boy.
On a recent trip to Atlanta we made a pit stop at Northpointe Mall, one of our favorite stomping grounds, to hit the carousel and a few other attractions. Once we got on the ride, the boy became silent – which is extremely unusual. He looked up, down and around at the other horses, tigers and hippos that would eventually be in motion.
“Hey Dad. I know how this goes up and down. See that bar up there? It goes around and around and when it turns, the horse goes up and down.”
“Why yes it does. Good job!” I replied.
Fast forward a few days.
“Dad, my leapster is out of batteries…”
“I just changed them yesterday…” his mom called from the other room.
“Here kid, it’s working” I said, turning it on and showing him.
He looked at me and then looked up. “I will wait till the battery sign comes on the screen, then I will hit pause and bring it to you to show you.”
Sure enough, three minutes later he comes in. “See Dad?”
There on the screen was a low battery sign and the big word “PAUSE” across the screen.
