Open to Interpretation

Last Sunday, after church, Asher's nursery teacher told me that they had played a follow-the-leader game during class. At one point in the game, the instruction was given to "tap your toes." So far as I know, nobody has ever asked Asher to tap his toes before, so he doesn't really know what that means. Apparently he understood the words, however, because he started hitting his shoes with his fingers. A few days ago, Asher cut his finger. It wasn't a bad cut, and he didn't seem to be in pain, but he was very upset about the "strawberry jam" on his finger. Yesterday, as Asher and I were driving to the grocery store, I rounded a corner and moaning ensued from the backseat. I asked Asher what was wrong and he informed me that the sun was shining on his nose. I talked to my mom on the phone a few days ago and she asked if it had been any warmer here. I told her that it had been up into the upper 20's. While Asher and I have been taking advantage of the warmer weather by spending more time outdoors, my mom didn't seem to think that a high of 26 was very exciting. I realized that, a few months ago, I wouldn't have either. I guess, given some time, even adults can learn to interpret the world a little differently.