Don't like to leave
Arthur is really starting to figure out that we're going far, far away. Maybe he even understands we're leaving forever. This evening after supper, we spent about twenty minutes looking at the big foldout map of Windsor and pointing out the parks and school nearby, where Detroit is (he can now read the words 'Windsor' and 'Detroit', it seems), etc. Then just about five minutes ago, while on the potty (success!), he says "I don't like to leave this house." Perplexed, I asked him, "You don't like to leave the house?" to which he replied, "I don't like to leave this town."
At this point I figured out that he's using 'like' as a synonym of 'want', and so I feel terrible. I explained to him that we would all miss Montreal and that it would be a big change but that there would be a lot of great things about Windsor and he would still have all his toys and books ... like his copies of Archaeology magazine that will sit right above the toilet just like they do here. He then loudly exclaimed 'Secret of the Skulls!', prompting me to pull out the copy discussing the new afarensis juvenile fossil so he could point out, "That's his eyes! That's his teeth! That's his nose!" Crisis averted?
At this point I figured out that he's using 'like' as a synonym of 'want', and so I feel terrible. I explained to him that we would all miss Montreal and that it would be a big change but that there would be a lot of great things about Windsor and he would still have all his toys and books ... like his copies of Archaeology magazine that will sit right above the toilet just like they do here. He then loudly exclaimed 'Secret of the Skulls!', prompting me to pull out the copy discussing the new afarensis juvenile fossil so he could point out, "That's his eyes! That's his teeth! That's his nose!" Crisis averted?