
My child is the most date/time/appointment/occasion oriented five year old I have ever met. He remembers everyone’s birthday, everyone’s last day of whatever, what time all our appointments are, what days my daughter works, what days my son will be on air, what days all the school events are on, his homework assignments for the next four weeks, and all school functions. I am not kidding…the kid is a walking date book.
He knows that I have two television shows that I’m dedicated to. Heroes and Grey’s Anatomy. Every Monday night, he reminds me “Mommy, Heroes is coming on in three minutes” and on Thursday nights it’s “Mommy, your show is about to start. It’s almost 9:00.”
This past Monday, he reminded me that it was Heroes night, and I explained that it wouldn’t be on again until January 22. Last night at 8:57, he called me into the room and said:
“Hey, Mommy, are you going to watch Raisin Anatomy or is it not coming on again until January 25th?”
I don’t know what’s funnier, that he called the show Raisin Anatomy or that I (the most disorganized, spontaneous, hates to make plans, doesn’t wear a watch, look at a calendar or mark appointments person), have the most time/date obsessed child in the world.
Friday, December 22nd, 2006
Dena





