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deird1I'm a pretty big fan of all of the age groups my nephews have passed through so far. However old they've been, there's been something that I could point to as a reason why that age was just brilliant, from an auntyish perspective.
Most recently? It's almost-six*-year-olds – and frisbees.
*Alex is six; Caleb is almost-six. While I technically have experienced almost-six before, this is the first time I've noticed this bit of it.
If you hand a one-year-old a frisbee, they'll try to eat it.
A two-year-old will carry it around until they get bored – at which point they'll either put it on their head, or drop it and cry.
A three- or four-year-old will try to throw it ...and fail dismally.
A sixteen-year-old, I'm pretty sure, would be far too embarrassed to be seen playing with his aunty, and would retreat with his awesome frisbee skills to play with some other cool teens. (His aunty would then sulk, horribly, before discovering whatever the awesome thing about having sixteen-year-old nephews is.)
An almost-six-year-old, on the other hand, is old enough to quickly grasp the fundamentals of frisbee throwing – and still young enough to think playing in the park with his aunty is the COOLEST THING EVER. (His aunty thinks likewise.)
Yesterday I taught my nephew about throwing frisbees in a park. And it was fun.
(One good thing about two-year-olds: this is the age at which my nephews first figure out how to say my name. The latest attempt was Nathan's. He calls me "Dey-ird" – two syllables. It's extremely cool.)
Most recently? It's almost-six*-year-olds – and frisbees.
*Alex is six; Caleb is almost-six. While I technically have experienced almost-six before, this is the first time I've noticed this bit of it.
If you hand a one-year-old a frisbee, they'll try to eat it.
A two-year-old will carry it around until they get bored – at which point they'll either put it on their head, or drop it and cry.
A three- or four-year-old will try to throw it ...and fail dismally.
A sixteen-year-old, I'm pretty sure, would be far too embarrassed to be seen playing with his aunty, and would retreat with his awesome frisbee skills to play with some other cool teens. (His aunty would then sulk, horribly, before discovering whatever the awesome thing about having sixteen-year-old nephews is.)
An almost-six-year-old, on the other hand, is old enough to quickly grasp the fundamentals of frisbee throwing – and still young enough to think playing in the park with his aunty is the COOLEST THING EVER. (His aunty thinks likewise.)
Yesterday I taught my nephew about throwing frisbees in a park. And it was fun.
(One good thing about two-year-olds: this is the age at which my nephews first figure out how to say my name. The latest attempt was Nathan's. He calls me "Dey-ird" – two syllables. It's extremely cool.)
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Date: 2012-11-26 08:48 pm (UTC)Gabrielle