"Did you pack a Magic Treehouse book?" Elias asks.
"Yes, two."
We are in Seward for the weekend, settling into Cuzuncle David's travel trailer for the night, high above Resurrection Bay, surrounded by Spruce and Hemlock, in a place where both magic and tree houses seem possible.
Elias has read all the Magic Treehouse books with his Dad and he and I are re-reading them in random order.
"What numbers did you bring?"
"I don't know. I didn't pay attention to the numbers. I grabbed one about the Olympics and one about Abraham Lincoln."
Elias pauses, then turns a thought into a question, as he often does: "Is the Olympic one number 16 and the one about Lincoln number 47?"
How does he remember that?
As I pull out the books and confirm his numeric memory, I am reminded, once again, how different Elias's brain works than mine.
Not less than, just different.
I asked one of my jr. high students who is on the spectrum today, "What is something a baby cannot do?" His answer: "Eat an alligator." Not where my mind went, but true all the same!!!
Posted by: LisaY | 04/16/2015 at 05:49 PM
Love it Lisa!
Posted by: Christy | 04/23/2015 at 10:45 AM