The word on the street is that each kid is born with his or her own personality. There are of course the genetics vs. environment debates, but given my background in biology, I tend to agree with the genetics folks.
Regardless of which side you’re on, whether you believe it’s in the DNA or the the way we’re raising him, there’s one thing we can all agree on… personality: Jackson’s got it.
On the car ride home from daycare today, I heard the following conversation between himself:
“Thank you.”
“I welcome.”
And then there are the people. The boy is obsessed with people – playing with them, speaking for them, moving them about the house, leaving them in creative places for us to stumble over or get a joyous surprise when we sit on them, and holding them up and asking “who’s that?”
Fortunately for Mr. People Person, his universe is full of them. (Okay, the planet is full of them, but I digress.) My parents saved my brother’s and my old Fisher-Price people, and farm animals and barn, boat, cars, etc., to play with at their house, and I just got a whole bunch of people off of Craigslist. He no longer wants to eat, to go to bed, to do anything with us. He wakes up and says “People. Play with people.”
We went on a walk to the lake this afternoon – despite his request to stay home with his people. In anticipation of our arrival (and to distract him from his lack of a personal populace), we talked about what we might see when we got there. He came up with some ideas: Ducks! Fish! Boats! And since it’s a core competency, we talked the whole way to the lake where we saw … Ducks! Boats! (Sadly, no fish.)
We were recapping our visual feast on the way home Ducks! Boats! when he suddenly announced “I see people!” I wasn’t sure what he was referring to, as we had seen people at the lake, but we didn’t see any people where we were walking at that moment. To clarify, I asked him, “where do you see people”, to which he responded “Bucket.” – where we keep his people at home when they’re cleaned-up. Sigh.
When they say “It takes a village,” I didn’t realize they’d be made in China.
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