I was driving home from a doctor’s appointment with my toddler in tow one sunny winter’s day. The entire week up until this point I had been working with my little two-year-old daughter on naming farm animals and the noises they made. Her favorite seemed to be the sheep (baa!). Taking some back roads, I drove slowly past a little farm which I knew usually had sheep grazing in the yard.
Sure enough, the sheep were there, and I wanted to point them out to my darling little angel in the seat behind me. I decided that a logical, teacherly manner would be the best approach, so I said in a clear, calm voice, “Amy dear, look to your right out the window and you will see a small herd of sheep grazing on grass at that little farm. Do you remember what noise a sheep makes?”
Amy responded, “Baa!”
“That’s right darling!” I encouraged.
At least, that was how I imagined it. What actually happened was this: I yelled, “Look Amy, look!!! Sheep!! Baa! Baa! Sheep!!” while gesticulating (and driving) wildly. Little Amy never turned her head. She didn’t even look up. She couldn’t have cared less.