While Sweetie was looking behind trees and inside the climbing place, Thing 2 was swinging with the other kids, keeping an eye on her. Soon as she spotted him, he jumped down and ran to base.
I asked him later, “Where you trying to hide you were on the swings? You weren’t just swinging?”
“No,” he said. “I just knew she’d never find me if I was up in the air.”
What’s funny is that this is actually a thing. It’s called “selective attention.” The idea is that sometimes you’re so busy searching for something that you miss the thing that’s right in front of your face.
Here’s what I mean. Watch the video (it’s short) and count how many times the players in white pass the basketball to one another:[youtube:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJG698U2Mvo%5D
(It probably works better if you don’t see it cold; they showed us this at a work retreat a few months ago, and nearly everyone in the room, um, miscounted.)
I don’t think they’re teaching this in preschool. Thing 2 somehow figured it out by himself, and, as a parent, that scares me, because he’ll be a teenager in 8 years, and if he’s this clever at age 5, then I’m doomed, I tell you, doomed!