My two-year-old goes to pre-school every weekday. She's enrolled at the base's Child Development Center, which not only has a multitude of activities for two-year-olds, it has a multitude of two-year-olds that participate in those activities. Whenever I drop her off, she usually gives me a big hug, then immediately runs off to color or build block towers. Occasionally she even remembers to wave good-bye.
However, two working parents need weekends to do errands. Mid-mornings on weekdays, my daughter is painting. Mid-mornings on weekends, my daughter is watching mommy and daddy evaluate bananas in the store. Mid afternoons on weekdays, my daughter is pouring sand from the sandbox on her own head. On weekends at that time, she is participating in the discussion about what mommy and daddy should do after the kids are in bed. The answer, by the way, my loyal readers, is "go to sleep early."
So, at age 25 months, I'm pretty sure that my daughter is already cooler than I am, based on how boring her parents must seem to her. I knew that this state of affairs was inevitable, I just wish it didn't have to happen so quickly. The only thing left is for her to develop the vocabulary for her to tell me so.
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