My son is seriously a genius. Of course, Matt and I--and all the grandparents--have known this for ages, but we finally have proof.
Last night, Patrick was playing in the kitchen, which is an odd fascination of his when we're in Dallas since he doesn't care about the kitchen at home. He suddenly remembered having played with magnets on the fridge the last time we were here and went in search of some. He found them in their usual spot, on the bottom of the fridge where he could reach them. For a few minutes, he played with peeling them off, trying to put them back on (backwards of course), and then dropping them on the floor, only to pick them back up a minute later to try again.
In the meantime, Grandpa was finishing cleaning up the kitchen. As he closed the dishwasher a final time, Patrick watched him carefully. I could nearly see the gears turning in his head as he compared the look of the front of the dishwasher to the fridge. Suddenly it clicked. He crawled over to the dishwasher with a magnet in hand and promptly stuck it on the dishwasher. He was so proud of himself for figuring out that they might stick there too.
From there, he proceeded to analyze why that might work with other experiments. He tried sticking a magnet on top of another magnet. Nope, didn't work. He tried sticking the magnet on Nana's shirt. Still didn't work. Then he decided to see if other things would stick to the dishwasher. My favorite was when he licked his index finger and carefully touched the dishwasher. Surprisingly enough, that didn't stick either.
Patrick definitely gets his analytical approach from his daddy. I could just see a little version of Matt trying to figure out just how this whole magnet thing works.
Of course, then today I had to drag him away just seconds before diving into the dog bowl, and more than once. Maybe I should hold off bragging about his genius just yet.
Last night, Patrick was playing in the kitchen, which is an odd fascination of his when we're in Dallas since he doesn't care about the kitchen at home. He suddenly remembered having played with magnets on the fridge the last time we were here and went in search of some. He found them in their usual spot, on the bottom of the fridge where he could reach them. For a few minutes, he played with peeling them off, trying to put them back on (backwards of course), and then dropping them on the floor, only to pick them back up a minute later to try again.
In the meantime, Grandpa was finishing cleaning up the kitchen. As he closed the dishwasher a final time, Patrick watched him carefully. I could nearly see the gears turning in his head as he compared the look of the front of the dishwasher to the fridge. Suddenly it clicked. He crawled over to the dishwasher with a magnet in hand and promptly stuck it on the dishwasher. He was so proud of himself for figuring out that they might stick there too.
From there, he proceeded to analyze why that might work with other experiments. He tried sticking a magnet on top of another magnet. Nope, didn't work. He tried sticking the magnet on Nana's shirt. Still didn't work. Then he decided to see if other things would stick to the dishwasher. My favorite was when he licked his index finger and carefully touched the dishwasher. Surprisingly enough, that didn't stick either.
Patrick definitely gets his analytical approach from his daddy. I could just see a little version of Matt trying to figure out just how this whole magnet thing works.
Of course, then today I had to drag him away just seconds before diving into the dog bowl, and more than once. Maybe I should hold off bragging about his genius just yet.
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2 Comments:
Patrick was merely going to get a piece of dog food to see if it too would stick to the fridge or dishwasher, why else would our little genius want with dog food??
Oh this is a wonderful story. Definitely one to save for the baby book!
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