So, this was our car conversation on Tue as I drove the girls to dance class...
First, as we were leaving the house I was trying to call our friend BILL, to see if I should get him a ticket to the recital. So, Lindsi asked me who I was calling & I said BILL.
At the same time, walking out to the car, Jami is twirling & pirouetting, pretending to be BELLE.
Lindsi asked Jami what she was doing...here's the exchange:
Lindsi: Jami, what are you doing?
J: I'm dancing like BELLE.
L: You can't be BILL, he's a boy....you're a girl.
J: I'm BELLE...
L: But He's a boy....you can't be BILL...
After about 3 rounds of this discussion, I decide it is not going to settle itself & it quickly approaching the "are / "are not stage"...I fingerspell to Lindsi the difference in the words.
L: Oh.....I didn't hear the sounds right.
Immediately after I settle that, Jami let's out a big sigh & says....I'm FRUSTRATED.
Lindsi..perking up: WHAT?!
J: I'm FRUSTRATED
L: No you're not
J: Yes, I am
L: You're not even in Pre School...you can't be a FIRST GRADER
J: I'm Fru-strate-ted
L: Mom...J can't be a first grader yet.
Again...back to finger spelling (while I'm driving) so Lindsi can see the difference.
L: Oh...I not hear the sounds right again....
Mom: You think?? Probably time for a new MAP (adjustment to the CI)
I try to have compassion for crazy drivers because sometimes you just don't want to know what else they are dealing with when they drive....=)