As you may know, Stephen is a super-forgetful-dawdler. It takes him 10 minutes to brush his teeth, go to the bathroom, or basically do anything in the bathroom because he sings and talks to himself in the mirror for at least 5 minutes every time he goes in. We told him this morning he could brush his teeth a lot faster if he didn’t sing to himself. “But I forget what I’m doing and get distracted singing and making faces!” He protested.
We have decided to let him forget things instead of reminding him all the time so he’ll experience the consequences of his forgetfulness. He forgot his pants when we went swimming, he forgets his homework folder, or if he remembers the folder, still forgets the homework because he forgot to put it in the folder, he forgets his entire backpack, his lunch, his library book, etc. We try to stay out of it and let his forgetfulness be his problem.
On Monday, Stephen was about to walk out the door without his backpack when a little voice cried, “Stephen! Don’t forget you pack-pack!” And little feet raced across the house, bearing Stephen’s backpack to him.
This morning just as Stephen was leaving, a little voice from the top of the stairs cried, “Stephen! You forget you hom-ok!” And Adrian raced down the stairs, Stephen’s writing assignment in hand.
I guess Stephen just needs a helpful little brother!