Today was L's second day of school. When I picked her up, I got a flash-forward glimpse of life in upcoming years.
Me: "How was school today?"
Me: "What did you do during school?"
L: "I don't know."
Me: "I would love to hear about your day when you are ready to tell me."
(about 5 minutes later)
L: "My teacher was being silly today."
Me: "What did she do that was silly?"
L: "I don't know."
Me: "What was your favorite part?"
L: "I don't know. I don't want to talk about school."
Apparently she thinks she is 13, instead of 3.
In the meantime, I got to observe the inner workings of B's mind (when he is not feeling threatened by his sister, who has a lack of boundaries and intensely covets any toy he happens to pick up). Up first: arranging cars and trucks. He took out all of the trucks in the downstairs toy box and lined them up on the stairs. He named each one and it's approximate color as he set them down. (I say "approximate" because he's still only about 50% accuracy with color names and reverts back to "pink" when he's not sure.) Once the toys were lined up, he found all of the plastic insects and brought them to me one at a time. He thinks they are all "sy-ters" even though there is also a preying mantis, grasshopper, cricket, and ant in the collection. When I tell him the real name, he insists he is holding a "sy-ter". He will repeat that over and over until I give in and say "spider". Insects forgotten, B found a sock puppet ("glove"). We played a "fun" game: I want you to put this on my hand so that I can take it right back off and then get mad that it isn't on and cry until you put it back on again, only so that I can take it right back off.
Anyway, it was good time.
Tonight is the ice cream social at school. One of the many times that the fact that my kids go to bed very early is actually a hinderance. At "bedtime", we will be devouring ice cream with sprinkles with other BLS families, and L will be getting herself all riled up running around with her new friends. I'm not complaining, I'm just praying that Little Man will not end up having a fatigue-induced breakdown that involves me dragging him kicking and screaming back to the car.
By the way, this is day 2 of my blog and with little fanfare I already have 3 followers! Thank you, followers, for giving me a "No way!" moment this morning!