“Hmmm,” my little girl mused as she stared at a picture of Big Bird and wondered where her piece of the puzzle would fit.
I watched from a short distance away as my three-year-old daughter pushed and smacked the pieces of her puzzle. She had just graduated from the wooden ones, where each piece has a separate place, to the puzzles whose pieces work together to create a picture.
The longer she slid that one piece around on the table looking for its spot, the more frustrated she became. Finally, after selecting where she thought it went, she began the work of fitting the shapes together. She pushed and grunted, until finally she screamed…
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