When Andy was little, one of the ways I taught him his colors was to ask him what color his fruit snacks were. We'd be driving in the car and he would hold each one up and tell me what color it was before he shoved it in his mouth. Once he mastered his colors he continued to tell me what color or shape his fruit snacks were every time he ate a bag.
After awhile I didn't care anymore but he continued to tell me. When I say after awhile, I'm talking one to two years later. He would not stop. I even got to the point where I told him I didn't care and I didn't want him to tell me anymore. He ignored me and continued to tell me all about his fruit snacks every single time. I should have learned at that point just not to buy them and put myself out of my misery, but I'm not that smart. Eventually, as he got older and was in elementary school, he stopped.
Well, maybe it just went dormant. Fast forward to today's dinner. We're sitting at the table and I'm handing out gummy vitamins to the kids. Andy looks at his and says, "Daddy, guess what shape I got?"
Some things will never end.
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