I realised as I was updating my livejournal that today contained a wealth of education which looks like education, rather than the usual kinds which don’t. Linnea is 4 years old. I quote and paraphrase:
On the bus, Linnea was quite verbose about threading the various parts of Reading together, which streets go where and lead to where and what happened in which buildings. She doesn’t often talk to me about what’s going on in her mind so that was lovely. She also has a better grasp of the geography of the other side of town than I knew.
This morning both girls did sticking and gluing. Linnea also dictated a postcard inviting a friend over, so I wrote that out (and later Rob posted it). After lunch I needed to go to hospital for a blood test. Linnea decided she did not want to come and watch me having blood taken; she at first said she would cover her eyes but I asked if she would prefer to wait in the waiting room and that was a much better option for her, so I checked with staff and that’s what we did. And she gave me a little lecture on not leaving rubbish lying around and made sure to put her drink and packet in the buggy when she was finished with them, for whatever reason.
On the way home we went to a cafe with a layered jigsaw of boy – clothes, muscles, internal organs, skeleton – and we talked about what kidneys are and how they are connected to the bits she already knows about (bladder, wee, tubes, etc). She found it strange that they are easier to feel at the back than the front.
And then very late in the day there was a complicated conversation about time, and how we can’t make it go faster than it does. We have friends arriving in four days. This is not the day after tomorrow, no matter what we do. How sad