Some days, my days feel like Groundhog Day. They loop and repeat themselves.
It is a given that school and academic stuff, they work well with repetition. Every morning, they know that they have to read their Chinese reader. It is the only way they are ready for the next week. By the end of the week, they are smooth, precise and confident. So, okay, in that way, repetition is great.
But even things that are fun for them, they do a rinse and repeat on me. Once they figure out that they enjoy something, they do it, exclusively, to death.
We read the same books every night. To the point that we have memorised the Gruffalo (Evan's favourite), The Snail and the Whale (Muffin's favourite) and The Stick Man (Jordan).
It makes it easy to keep them occupied because we can go to the same places again but there are some places that they have gone to that they would like to repeat, like indoor playgrounds that I try not to accede to. But when I don't accede to their flavours of the month, then, like a broken record player, they ask and ask and ask. For an entire year, Evan has repeated his desire to revisit the indoor playground with air cannons. In this aspect, I am pretty sure, he has more resolve to repeat himself than I do, to repeat myself.
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