At my house, from Jack, I don’t get questions that start with “why.” I don’t get many “when” questions. I absolutely don’t get “who.” What I get are “what” questions, and increasingly “how” questions.
More specifically, I’m getting a lot of, “How do you spell [insert pretty much anything here]. After watching Roving Mars every day for the past four days, Jack has been very interested in Mars.
“How do you spell ‘Mars?'”
“How do you spell ‘Mars Rover?'”
“How do you spell ‘mission to Mars?'”
And so forth.
I really wish I knew what these strings of letters looked like in his head. He can recognize and read certain words (Mars is among those. And now, NASA.), but I can’t imagine him mentally putting together letters to make them mean anything. That’s even hard for adults to do. (At least it’s hard for me. Sometimes when Alex spells something so the kids won’t know what we’re talking about, I have to make him do it several times.)
But it must be meaningful in some way for him to be so interested. He does like repitition, so maybe it’s calming to him in some way. Today he asked me, “How do you spell ‘little cat A?'” followed by little cat B, little cat C, and so forth, all the way up to J. And then I think he got distracted and had some trouble remembering what letter came next.
So he paused and then he said, “How do you spell ‘is coming up next?'”
I spelled for him for 10 straight minutes in the car this afternoon before he said, “How do you spell…” and then made a noise that sounded a lot like “blah,” only louder and with more syllables. Then he and Quinn yelled, “Blah!” “Bleh!” “Bleah!” at each other for several minutes and spelling time was over.