Pretend your life depends on it
Grandboy and I were playing the “Pretend Your Life Depends On It” game this weekend…
Grandboy (weakly stretching forward): Grandpa. I can’t reach that toy car. Can you get it for me?
Me: Nope, you get it. Pretend your life depends on it and you’re by yourself.
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Grandboy (straining): Grandpa. This is too hard to open. Can you open it for me?
Me: Nope. You open it. Pretend your life depends on it.
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Grandboy (looking up the stairs): Ugh, grandpa I don’t want to go up there to get my book. Can you go get it for me?
Me (the look)
Grandboy: AUGH I KNOW… “Pretend my life depends on it…” (stomp stomp stomp)
(Coming back down) But when will my life ever depend on me going upstairs to get a book? Or doing any of these things?
Me: You never know, boy. Figure it out now so you won’t be sad later. You figured out how to do that stuff on your own, didn’t you?
Grandboy: Yah.
Me: Learning how to learn is the best thing to learn.
Grandboy: Grandpa, sometimes you say things that are hard to understand. But that’s ok I still love you.