More fun with parent conferences

On Monday I had my daughter’s teacher-conference. Yes, at the tender age of 23 months, they actually do these. I had no clue what to expect, but it went very well. The skills were more developmental than I’d thought (walks well, can put rings on a stick, etc.) and she was doing just fine. There were a few interesting things about my little one.

First, she doesn’t like rowdy/rough-housing kids. If they mess with her, she tends to remove herself and sit quietly with a book away from them. This fascinated me because if her brother messes with her at home, she’ll knock his block off.

She also wasn’t all that fond of cleaning up. Gee, that one’s a shocker. I don’t know of any child who enjoys cleaning up.

Last, the teacher mentioned that she was starting to learn about scissors. She mentioned that my daughter had trouble grasping them and was slowly learning how. Did I practice with her at home? Um, not so much.

This is the child who will gleefully decorate herself with a ballpoint pen, coloring her heels, arms, legs, and face. And they want me to give her a pair of scissors? You have got to be kidding me. The child would shave her head and throw the hair up in the air. And then she’d go after her brother. When I was her age, I cut my brother’s hair off the day before the family portrait. So nope, I’m not a fan of handing scissors to little children. There’s time for that later. Like, maybe when they’re eight.

In the meantime, I’m just trying to keep her from using postage stamps as stickers to decorate herself.

When you were a kid, what sort of trouble did you get into?