When my granddaughter Gabrielle was three years old, she lived with us for a time. Many times in the evening she played near me while I sat in my chair working on my computer. She would often interrupt me, wanting attention (which Grampy, of course, gave her).
She loved to play a game where she backed into my chair, wanting me to wrap my legs around her. Then she would try to get away. But when she did this, she would say something a little odd—like she did not quite understand the concept of the game. “I got you, Grampy,” she would say. “No, Gabrielle, I got you,” I would reply. “No, Grampy,” she would insist, “I got you.” On and on it went. But as I thought about it, she really was correct. She had me! She had my full attention. I dropped everything I was doing to focus totally on her. Smart girl!