My nephews desmontrated mastery of some important concepts during the holidays.
On one special day, from time to time my youngest nephew would exclaim “I am the birthday boy here! I am the birthday boy here!” He knew he was entitled to some privileges, and zealously and successfully secured those privileges throughout the day. He willed us to McDonald’s and to Chucky Cheese, and he finished his day in triumph when he blew out all the candles on his birthday cake.
One evening our housing arrangments had me sharing a bedroom with nephews of ages 5, 7, and 9. After their father turned the lights out, and admonished his sons to be quiet and get to sleep, the boys risked some chatter nonetheless. The 7-year-old gave an earnest and impassioned warning to his brothers, along the following lines: “This has happened to me three times. Once in the home of one of my grandmothers, once in the home of my other grandmother, and once here. If you dream that you are going to go to the bathroom, don’t do it!”