(not pictured) We were at the play group last week and the staff brought out a couple of push-toys. My child honed in on her favorite and stalked it. Unfortunately a little boy had the same plan. They took turns pushing it and (with coaxing from me and his mother) and we all clapped and said things like ‘good sharing!’ But the sharing got old and the boy took off running, with my child in hot pursuit. At first he thought it was funny. But she was all business. And he got scared. And was looking back every few seconds. And he tripped. And fell. And the push-toy went flying. He started sobbing just in time for our baby to run over top of him, claim the toy and run away wildly laughing. I said a lot of sumimasen and gomenasai (excuse me and I’m sorry) but actually, I was like ‘You Go Girl!’
In an aisle that has princesses on the left and sports crap on the right, she picks up a bat and spent 5 minutes swinging at anything and anyone. I don’t want to offend princesses who may read this blog, but I’ve never been prouder.
Dave is not into messes. Especially not in the car. And I may have given her an unauthorized treat. But was she quiet or was she quiet!? WAS SHE QUIET or WHAT?! This is what wet wipes are for.