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naomikritzer ([personal profile] naomikritzer) wrote2007-12-04 09:40 pm

Can / Can't

Things Molly can do:

* Multiply 3x8 by skip-counting (3, 6, 9, 12...)
* Read novels that were not intended for 7-year-olds.
* Write in code

Things Molly either can't or won't do:

* Eat with silverware
* Even when eating soup
* Or ice cream

[identity profile] gelsey.livejournal.com 2007-12-05 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Eating soup without silverware must be quite ... interesting.

[identity profile] sylvia-rachel.livejournal.com 2007-12-05 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
See, this is what I meant that time when I said I find reading about Molly and Kiera both amusing and reassuring ... ;)

[identity profile] lilisonna.livejournal.com 2007-12-05 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Give her chopsticks.

[identity profile] sylvia-rachel.livejournal.com 2007-12-05 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Are we talking, like, Buffy the Vampire Slayer action here? (Not that I'm speaking from any personal experience of combining children and chopsticks. No, not at all.)

[identity profile] jimlawrence.livejournal.com 2007-12-06 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Few kids still eat like that by the time they get to college. Of course, if they do, everyone who sees them just shakes their head and wonders about what kind of parents they must have had.

*grin*

Anyway, I can recall a certain amount of disregard for silverware when I was Molly's age, although not, to the best of my recall, with soup, but certainly with any portion of chicken (I was partial to wings even before Buffalo got involved) or lamb chop or pork chop. Finger food, plain and simple, finger food.

And, apparently very much like Molly, I would read any book I could get my hands on, including Edgar Rice Burroughs, Zane Grey, and Jack London. (I was in second grade when I read London's The Sea-Wolf and I can still remember feeling physically chilled when Wolf Larsen was sounding off about the world was just like a vat of yeast, with little bits of yeast eating up weaker bits of yeast.

I wouldn't change a bit of my childhood. (Oh, okay, maybe educationally.)