The amount of repetition.
The amount I have to repeat to them.
The amount they repeat to me.
And how absolute LITTLE they are able to retain and truly learn. So little progress is made for an absolutely tremendous amount of effort spent. It is so discouraging. By the time they finally do seem to reach a new level, the relief out-weighs the joy.
My oldest child has only about 6 different conversations. They vary a little now and then, but it's the same, day in, day out.
My second oldest child has about 12 different conversations.
My second to youngest tries to converse, but with expressive and receptive issues that are HUGE, she often can't complete what she starts verbally or an invented word pops out that makes it impossible to understand what she's getting at.
None of my three older girls can relate an experience back to me in a logical way. "How was your activity?" I asked after picking them up from youth night at church. "What did you do?" Thus begins a comedy routine (only it's not funny) of them trying to tell what happened. The other night it went just like this...
"I liked it."
me: "What did you like?"
me: "What was it about?"
"Those Indian things."
"You know, those things you showed us before."
me: "Can you describe it?"
"Indian people things. Those things they live."
me: "Native Americans or people from India?"
"Not from India, from old times."
"Yes, tee hee."
me: "Tee Pee, with a p."
me: "What about the teepee?"
"The other one knocked the door."
me: "What other one?"
"The other one."
me: "There were two teepees?"
"Yes. No, the Noah thing."
me: "The ark?"
"Yes, the art."
me: "arK, with a K."
What it seems happened after listening to two of the girls describe the video this way but each describing a different scene, and from what I saw at the end of the video, is this...
The video took place at church girls' camp. The girls set up teepees to sleep in. Some girls followed the instructions and some didn't. It began to rain and the teepees that weren't set up right began to leak, sag and collapse. Some girls ran to other teepees and asked to share and some girls (the other ones) ran to alert the leaders whose cabin looked like Noah's Ark, hence they had to "knock the door" or, in proper grammar, knock on the door.