Sorting

Trying to put together dinner the other night...sometimes easier said than done. J knows where the step stool is and she likes to stir. 


As I made a yummy Chicken Tortilla Soup, I handed cans to J to sort. A sort of distraction to keep her out of my business, but also a great opportunity to talk about height and size concepts.


Big
Small
Tall
Short


I asked her to put the small ones together.


J stacked them like blocks.


I asked her to tell me which one was the biggest.


More ignoring and more stacking.

Twenty minutes later, can after can had fallen to the floor, and as I had my back turned, she sorted them by size like I asked. Good girl!

But never when asked!  Always when she is good and ready.