As a child, I was taught not to point. I was told it was rude, but honestly, I never understood why. No, I didn’t like my sisters sticking their fingers in my face (if it ever happened I don’t remember), but for the ease of pointing out something in the distance, I couldn’t understand why sticking out my index finger was such a problem.
As a parent, I’ve had to teach my boys not to point. Pointing has never really been an issue with Thing 2, however with Thing 1… Well… When he started pointing it was with his middle finger rather than his index finger.
“Look, mommy!” he would yell in the middle of somewhere public. Simultaneously his middle finger would pop up and point across a crowded restaurant or grocery store. I would get the look of distaste from grown-ups all around me, and a raised eyebrow indicating they were wondering what other select gestures I had taught my son.
None, people. Those select gestures are all him.
Pointing really wasn’t an issue in my house for the past couple of years until… We got Beezley. A trailer park treasure, Beezley is trouble all the way. Upon finding him on the counter a few months back, Dave pointed at him and directed him to get down. His direction was answered by a swift swing at his finger and a refusal to move. Over time Beezley’s distaste for Dave’s pointer finger has increased to the point (no pun intended) that he will leap feet off the ground in effort to claw it.
So for all you parents trying to teach your children not to point, show them this video. Tell them not to point or the kitty with claws may get them.