I expect your daughter to become a frightening young woman, and I mean that in the most complimentary fashion.
(Also, I grew up in Florida, land of the charmingly tacky lit-up palm trees and santa-hatted plastic lawn flamingoes. I believe I was told that Santa came in through the patio if you had no chimney. As I already knew my mother was making things up, I did not press her to explain what happened if you had neither.)
I expect your daughter to become a frightening young woman, and I mean that in the most complimentary fashion.
She’s a cross between me and Arkady. She’s frightening already. We worked out by the time she was about six months old that we would have to protect the world from her, not the other way around. My goal is to help her not become the next Dark Lord. I am, of course, enormously proud of her.
Teaching rationality of any sort to a three-year-old is of course quite difficult, but that she has no confusion between reality and story—and doesn’t make up stories as excuses—is a pretty good start. Also, the Henson method—tell your kids ridiculous whoppers—is fun. And more fun because she gets that it’s just play. When I’m supplying the voice for her toy dinosaur, it tells her things like “I’m not a dinosaur. I’m not here. I’m actually over there. Go, look, over there!” She is delighted by this sort of absurdity. I expect other children would as well, particularly in a safe environment such as playing.
I expect your daughter to become a frightening young woman, and I mean that in the most complimentary fashion.
(Also, I grew up in Florida, land of the charmingly tacky lit-up palm trees and santa-hatted plastic lawn flamingoes. I believe I was told that Santa came in through the patio if you had no chimney. As I already knew my mother was making things up, I did not press her to explain what happened if you had neither.)
She’s a cross between me and Arkady. She’s frightening already. We worked out by the time she was about six months old that we would have to protect the world from her, not the other way around. My goal is to help her not become the next Dark Lord. I am, of course, enormously proud of her.
Teaching rationality of any sort to a three-year-old is of course quite difficult, but that she has no confusion between reality and story—and doesn’t make up stories as excuses—is a pretty good start. Also, the Henson method—tell your kids ridiculous whoppers—is fun. And more fun because she gets that it’s just play. When I’m supplying the voice for her toy dinosaur, it tells her things like “I’m not a dinosaur. I’m not here. I’m actually over there. Go, look, over there!” She is delighted by this sort of absurdity. I expect other children would as well, particularly in a safe environment such as playing.
Henson method? Quick Google didn’t help (some artist?).
I think this method.
That’s the one, thank you!
Possibly to do with the Jim Henson of puppetry fame.
Nope :-)