My conversation with Katherine last night before dinner, went something like this:
Me: If you want me to help you with your homework, you have to do it now because I have to work tonight. Otherwise daddy can help you later.
K: I don't get why you have to go and help big kids with their homework. Can't they read and figure it out themselves?
Me: Well yes, but homework gets harder as you get older and some kids need extra help.
K: Do they have Down syntrick like Charlotte?
Me: No, they just need extra help understanding their math.
K: Sounds like Down syntrick to me.
Katherine has a phenomenal memory. She can retell experiences from her toddlerhood with amazing detail. I have no idea why she can't remember the word "syndrome." She has always referred to it as "syntrick" even after I have corrected her. I think it truly doesn't matter to her, and to her, Down syndrome is such a non-essential part of her sister that she subconsciously doesn't recall the correct term. To her Charlotte is simply, Charlotte.
In fact, a few weeks ago, my girls were on the floor playing together, Katherine looked up at me and said "Mom, Charlotte is exactly like I hoped she would be."
Yep Katherine, she sure is.