"History repeats itself." At least that is what we are always told. Well, as I am watching my youngest play with his cars this morning, I am reminded of one instance where it is true.
When my oldest was about 4 years old, he knew the alphabet, could recite his colors, remembered our address and phone number , and could even read a few site words.
So, one day we were at Frisch's restaurant, and it seemed like it was taking forever for our dinner to arrive. My son kept asking when his dinner would be brought out, because he was so hungry.
So to buy some time, I told him, if he would just count to 15 our dinner would be on the table. My son took the challenge, and started to count. He could count to 150 or so, and he knew that it wouldn't take long to count to 15.. My husband looked at me in disbelief and wonderment, and asked how I was gonna make THAT happen.
So my son starts counting.... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 16, 17, 18,, my husband smiled and chuckled as my son continued to count. I believe he got to about 89 before dinner arrived. He started eating, and was a happy child, with no clue that he had missed the number 15 completely. My husband asked "How did you know he would skip over 15?". I told him our son always skips number 15. I had heard him count to about 150 several times, and he always skipped 15, without a pause, or a second thought. Right from 14 to 16 and he just knew that it was right!
So, forward 18 years, and as I am watching my youngest, at the tender age of 4, count his cars on the floor this morning, I hear him say.......11, 12, 13, 14, 16, 17, 18, right on up to 24. I have to pause, smile, and laugh, as I think I have heard him miss 15 a few times before, and now I do have confirmation.... History does repeat itself! And I am loving it!
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