If there is one lesson in life that is important to remember, it’s this: Don’t play memory games with a four-year-old. My shortest best friend came to visit me yesterday, and she brought two card games with her, Go Fish and a matching game. Since Go Fish had been a disaster last time she came (meaning I was mercilessly slaughtered on my birthday), I chose the matching game.
I should have known I was not headed in a good direction as soon as we started when my little friend asked, “How old are you?” Obviously, she knew that anyone my age should not be playing games where the goal is to remember where something is. The outcome was never in doubt as you can see from this picture. Notice the long string of matches Miss N. had. My four measly matches are above hers.
If four-year-olds are so darn smart, why do they insist on having the same thing read to them over and over and over again? I would like to think it’s because they can’t remember the story. That would make me feel better about the memory game. But I know that’s not the case because N. knows if I skip even one word when I read her favorite story at my house. I got tired of hearing The Three Little Pigs on my iPad every time N. visited, so yesterday I brought out the box of children’s books I keep in a closet and said, “Let’s pick out something new to read.” I forgot that in that pile of books was a Strawberry Shortcake storybook that she loves. Of course, she insisted we read that one. I begged, I cajoled, I pleaded to no avail. There was no remedy except to read it to her. But, I outsmarted her because I made sure I wouldn’t have to read that book ever again when she comes to my house. I gave it to her. As she left the house, turned to me and said, “We can read The Three Little Pigs on your iPad next time,” I’m sure that wasn’t me with my hands over my ears yelling, “Nyah, nyah, nyah, I can’t hear you!”