Oh how I worry that Little Jo is too smart and too advanced for her own good. Extreme cleverness can often come with mental frailty. She does not always understand, but I am able to have a conversation with her. Her timelines can be wrong, as can the details, but the essence of what happened is there. I have learned that she can be very manipulative, but I think that is par for the course at her age of two and three quarters.
We bought her some wooden blocks with pictures to make up on each side of the blocks. It was rated for three year olds. It took R five minutes to put the blocks together to make a picture. Little Jo is more interested in stacking the blocks.
She stacked some blocks for Nana Fud (Mother). This is Uncle Andrew's and Uncle R's tall house, and the proceeded to knock the blocks down. Ouch! I questioned Sister. No, I have never said anything about you living in a tall house. She has worked that out herself.
It is not easy, even for us at times, to see exactly where we live in the building from the outside, and once I was tempted to try and point out where we lived in the building from the outside to Little Jo, but nah, too hard. However, it seems she has at least worked out that where we live is very tall.
Little Jo refuses to go out unless she has a dress on. Sister very occasionally wears a dress. The Bone Doctor, never. We would laugh if we saw Bone Doctor in a dress. Boys don't wear dresses.
Sister is very indulgent with Little Jo. I would be a good bit harder. Not an option Little Jo, do as you are told. Seems parenting has changed since I was parented. I have mixed views on the way children are brought up now, but when I see young children hugged and cuddled and receive so much love, that can't be wrong.