My grandson, Joseph, picked up what looks to him to be a miniature clock from my writing desk and asked what time was on it?
"No, Joseph," I said, "This is a compass, not a clock."
"Oh, a compass. What is a compass, Yeye?"
"A compass tells the direction. A clock tells the time," I explained.
He walked away and continued to play with the new-found instrument.
After some time, he came to me and asked once again what was it that he was holding. For a 3-year old, the name was obviously too hard for him to remember the first time.
I told him, "This is a compass, boy."
He replied instantly: "Right, this is a compass. Don't you forget that, Yeye!"
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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