Weelittlestitches’ Adorable Superhero Embroidery Collection (
My three-year old, soon to be four-year old, son seems to be having problems recognizing and remembering his letters. He can sing a mean version of the alphabet song, but when it comes to pointing out, “Big A, little a, what begins with A?” my boy begins to fumble.
I’ve bought tons of flash cards all showing apples (for A), balls (for B) and cats (for C), but none seem to work. Finally, I got the bright idea to meet my little man where he often resides – in movie town.
“A is for Avengers.” I now tell him.
“B is for Batman.”
“C is for…” and almost like he’s known his ABCs forever, “Captain America.”
“That’s right!” I give him a high-five.
For D, we improvise, “D is for Daphne (Scooby Doo) or Dave (Alvin & the Chipmunks).”
“E is for Elephant.”
“F is for Fred (Scooby Doo).”
“G is for Green Lantern.”
“H is for the Hulk.”
“Hulk smash!” He shouts and jumps up.
“I is for Iron Man.”
“Pew, pew,” he shouts, “Iron Man shield.”
“Okay, back to the letters. J is for…”
He stares at me. “J is for…” I repeat. And just as I’m about to say it a third time, he interjects.
“J is for Jeremiah! Yay! High-five!”
I oblige him.
I don’t know any superheroes that begin with the letter K. So, I digress.
“K is for kite.”
He’s not excited about the kite until he thinks about it.
“Hey, where is my kite?” He asks.
“Well, I’m not sure. But, we’re not talking about kites. We’re talking about letters.”
“No you said kite.”
“I know what I said, but I was just giving you an example.”
Then, the questions begin. “mommy?”
“What’s an example?”
Not to get frustrated, I seize the opportunity to redirect our conversation.
“An example is like this, L is for lion.” He likes the Lion King.
“Rrrroar!” He gives his best lion roar. I roar back at him and give him a hi-five.
“M is for Mary Jane.”
“N is for nose.” I digress again as J points to his nose.
“O is for octopus.” He starts waving his arms.
“P is for Peter Parker.”
“Spiderman!!!” He shouts with gusto.
“No, Peter Parker.” I remind him.
“Spiderman!!!” I’ve lost him.
“No J. P is for Peter Parker. Not Spiderman.”
“But Peter Parker is Spiderman,” he tries to reason with me.
“You are correct,” I try to confirm, yet clarify for him, “but the letter “P” stands for Peter Parker, not Spiderman.”
I continue, “Q is for Quiet.” I don’t know any superheroes that begin with the letter Q. He holds his index finger over his lips as if to shush me.
“That’s right. R is for Rrrroar!” He holds up is hands, curls his fingers, and proceeds to give me an even louder roar than before. Just before he prepares to pounce, I tame his inner lion.
“That was great roar. Now, on to letter S.” And with that he taps into his Spidey senses and proceeds to crawl around. “That’s right. S is for…”
He shoots me with his invisible web. I’m not sure if it’s to deter our progress or just to capture me.
“S is for…”
“Spiderman! Spiderman! Pew, pew…” And with that he’s he jumps from the loveseat…to the couch…and back on me.
“Okay. T is for Thor.”
Out comes the hammer. Okay, not a real one, but the J’s imaginary Thor hammer. And in a tone that I can’t distinguish – Hulk Smash! or Thor! – he smashes into his mother.
“Enough!” I exclaim, thankful that we’re almost done.
“AHHHHHHH!” He begins to thrash around.
Rather than screaming, I calmly move on…”U is for useless.” Because that’s how I’m beginning to feel in my quest to teach my boy.
“V is for Velma.” I continue, trying to get back on track.
“W!!!!” My boy screams. Well, I’m just glad to know he’s getting something out of this.
“X?” I say.
“X-Men!!!” He yells in response. Well you know where this is going.
And we’re done.
Whew! Teaching is a lot harder than I thought.