By: Cassie Van Der Hyde
Last week, I was setting up for a lovely summer dinner of hamburgers, pasta salad, and corn. The condiments were out on the table, and as I had my back turned, pulling dishes out, I heard my youngest’s small voice saying something very strange:
“A-I original sauce, shake well!”
It took a minute to register, but I turned around, a little confused, and asked, “What was that?”
Ari is my three year old and is by nature a memorizer like his brother and dadunlike me and my daughter, where a thought flutters in and out like a butterfly before we can catch it. He loves those big DK picture books and will ask about each picture, over and over, and within a few times, he’s got it down pat. Not only does he have a good memory, but he is very mischievous and at that very exhausting stage where he doesn’t like to listen to anything and can rarely be told to keep quiet.
After I regained my composure, I tested him out to make sure he hadn’t magically learned to read somehow (he hadn’t), and did some recon. Apparently, the last time the bottle of A1 Sauce was out on the counter at a barbecue, his grandmother had read the label to him! Genius moment over!
All of this to say: I’m going to be a LOT more careful about what I say in front of my three year old from now on…