I have a secret. I'm 36 years old and, despite the fact that both my children can, I cannot snap my fingers.
So, teaching dear old mom has become WINK and SMILE's mission for the past week. Here is how WINK described the process to me today, with my thoughts in parenthesis, while I was driving my boys home from physical therapy:
"Mommy?" (What now? I really don't need a dissertation.) "You have to focus (huh, good word...) your finger energy and channel (Did I just hear that?) it to other parts of your hand. To snap, you have to release some of the finger energy." (?!!)
When we got home, I asked DAD to repeat what he had said to WINK when he taught him to snap his fingers. Turns out, DAD mainly showed WINK how to do it. All DAD told WINK was...well, it amounted to gorilla grunts by comparison, so... it doesn't really matter.
But, just so I don't downplay my hubby's brilliance, he may have figured out something pretty spectacular. Our poor little SMILE is, depending on the activity, up to as many as 160 tics in 30 minutes. But...finger snapping seems to relieve some of his tics because it redirects his energy and focus.
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