Chicken Little has been driving me crazy lately with pleas for help doing things that a five year old should certainly be doing by himself. Putting his socks on, taking his shirt off, pulling his blankets up, cracking the door “just so”. It’s probably my fault for babying him but I’ve been making a concerted effort to refuse to do things for him and focus more on helping him when he falls.
Random transition…so today I decided to make him and his friend learn how to fish after school. We all sat at the table with rod pretzels, dipped them in peanut butter and went fishing for raisins and dried cranberries. We didn’t have any goldfish crackers or we would have fished for those.
We’ll see if it helps him get his socks on better tomorrow.