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The Know-It-All

“Time for you to get dressed,” I told them after their last cartoon finished.

“I know,” she replied.

“Make sure to brush you teeth,” I added.

“I know,” she replied.

“You know, but you don’t do. Make sure to brush them well.” She has, er, breath problems when she doesn’t brush well.

“I know,” she replied.

“Know isn’t the same as doing. You know it all, but I still have to remind you to do it,” I finished.

“I KNOW!” she semi-snapped at me. I’d finally gotten to her a bit.

Dealing with 5-year-old know-it-alls is hard.

Believe me, I know.

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Mommy’s Little Girl

Over the course of making a marriage work, the Wife and I have established a number of what I’ll call “behavioral agreements.” For the purposes of this post, an example would be as follows: when the Wife is sitting down and doesn’t want to get off her duff to get something for herself, she’ll ask me to do it for her. But she always makes the request prior to me sitting down; as in, I start to sit down and she’ll say “Before you sit down, could you get me a drink of water?”

She won’t make the request if I’m already sitting down; and, if I’m fortunate enough to get my rear planted prior to the request, she’s SOL. She started doing that because way back in paleolithic times, she’d make the request literally as I sat down or a microsecond thereafter; and I let it be known that her timing sucked. She’s improved her timing and I’m still working on my next plausible excuse to evade the requests.

So this morning, having cooked everyone a nice bacon and egg breakfast I went to sit down and putter around the intertubes for a bit, when from behind me arose a very familiar sounding request, only this time it was from the lass: “Dad, before you sit down could you get me some more milk from the ‘frigerator?”

The Wife just laughed.

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A Conversation With the Lass

The Wife and I are starting to put together some ideas on how to redo the lass’ room. The main motivator is that her room is on the smaller side and it’s difficult to come up with an efficient use of the space so that there’s actually clear floor space. Towards that end, we’ve all but decided that her bed will get lofted.

In the course of brainstorming further about the lofted bed, the Wife mentioned that rather than making her a ladder to get into the bed, an idea she’d come across was a set of stairs. The neat thing about the stairs was that each stair could double as a drawer. I agreed with the novelty of the idea.

It was at this point that the lass chimed in, “Am I going to have stairs to get into my bed?”

“Maybe, although I was thinking a rope would be a lot easier…” I started.

“Naaaaaaaaah..” she said with a smile.

“Well, then we could have a helicopter come each night and morning, drop a rope down and you could hold onto it while the helicopter raises or lowers you into or out of your bed…”

“Daddy….”, still smiling. But also with a giggle.

“Alright, I know. We get a dinosaur to stick its head in the window. Then, you climb onto the head and that’s how you can get into or out of bed.”

She was about to say something, but I cut her off.

“OOOO! Even better! We’ll let a radioactive spider bite you and then you’ll be like Spiderman and you can just climb the walls to get into bed. Or you could use your webshooters [me, pantomiming web-shooter usage]. Or you could just jump into bed. We’d even let you be SpiderGirl, but you’d still have to be in bed by 8 each night. Non-negotiable.”

“Um, Dad. I’d rather use the stairs.”

“What’s wrong with the other ideas?” I said, mischievously.

She didn’t disappoint, “The helicopter might fly away with me, the rope might fall from the ceiling, the dinosaur might not be nice and the radioactive spider might kill me.”

Dang. Shot down. Just like that. I tried to salvage the spider, “But Peter Parker didn’t die when he got bit by the radioactive spider. That’s how you’ll get all those spider powers…”

“Where are we going to find a radee-active spider?” she asked.

“I’m sure we can figure it out. Maybe at a science museum.” I replied.

She considered this possibility, then scrunched up her nose and shook her head. “I’d rather have stairs.”

She drives a hard bargain.

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They Aren’t Always Cute

Most of the stories I relate here are more to the innocent side of the spectrum. Examples of the kid’s naivete, amusing growing pains, that sort of thing. Lest this somewhat stilted sampling of the kids’ lives give the wrong impression, here’s an example of life with the lass when things don’t go so well.

Although, when it’s all said and done, I still find it amusing.

First, a little setup.

The lass woke up and came downstairs, did her typical morning ritual and then was served breakfast by the Wife. On her way to sit down, the lass dropped what was on her plate onto the floor.

Rather than do something about it (the sensible thing to do), she stood rooted to the spot gathering dark clouds. When the Wife told her that maybe, perhaps, possibly, it might be a good idea to clean up the mess the lass reacted in a completely sensible way. She unleashed hell.

Granted, it’s hell from a 5 year old, but the screaming was really something to behold. On balance, it didn’t go well for the lass either. She was put in the corner, where she continued her tirade and antics, at which point the Wife told her she’d be going to bed early.

And like that, the storm passed, the skies cleared, angels sang and there was peace unto the land.

Until about 7:15 that evening.

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Questions and Answers

“Dad, is your shadow always to the your East side?”

Talk about a question out of the blue. They’d just finished they’re swimming lesson and had come back for a drink and a snack before spending some play time in the water. I was busy reading Under the Dome, Stephen King’s latest, and had to perform a quick mental inventory.

Frankly, I wasn’t sure how he got the “East” part correct, but he did. Questions like these can be irritating- they’re so random that’s it’s impossible to perform any kind of forensic work to figure out what drives it. He could have asked “Why isn’t gorilla fur pink?” and I would’ve reacted about the same.

But then, I realized a possible way to make this more interesting. At least, for me that is. Since there aren’t any instructions I’ve been given on how to answer random-question-from-7-year-olds, I figured I had nothing to lose.

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Misapplied Memory

Never one to let her older brother have anything over her, the lass has decided she wants to read. Actually, this state of affairs has existed since before the Summer began. Without the constant distraction of going to school; however, the situation has intensified.

So we’ve purchased flash cards to help her memorize some of the common simple words like ‘of’, ‘a’, ‘the’, ‘are’, and so forth. She’s going to be learning these words as part of kindergarten this year, so she’ll just be ahead of the game a bit.

While going through some of the cards the other night, I thought I noticed something. After the first time through, she seemed to be predicting the next word. The giveaway was when she didn’t look at a card and managed to recite it. She had memorized the word order. Or come pretty close.

So I switched gears and did my best to pull randomly from the stack. Her focus shifted back towards looking at the words. But then another complication arose.

The cards all have a word on the back and the front; in some cases I would show her both words because I judged them appropriate for her. One example is ‘for’ and ‘get’. An easy one to remember.

Turns out she also started picking up the word pairs. So again she’d tilted a temporary advantage. I started using multiple cards and not showing the second sides to navigate around this particular adaptation of hers.

After the 3rd time through, I felt she’d done well enough so I handed her the cards and started asking her to hand back to me individual cards with a particular word on them. I started her out easy going with ‘the’ and ‘a’.

And that’s when she revealed a third trick that I hadn’t picked up on. The words on the cards are different colors. For instance, ‘the’ is printed in orange while ‘it’ is printed in green. She’d memorized the colors of the different words and used it as a cue to eliminate certain words from the realm of possibilities.

The other thing she did, which her brother did and still does to a degree, is look at the first letter in the word and make a guess. For instance, she never missed the word ‘the’ after the first time through. My suspicion is she noticed that the only flash card word that started with the letter ‘t’ was ‘the’ so she’d use that as her cue to say the word.

So that’s 4 different things she memorized, as opposed to just memorizing the words themselves.

This is what I’m up against.

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Sometimes Kids Are Right

“Dad, can we go crayfishing today?”

They had both been introduced to crayfish a few weeks back when visiting family. Their initial attempt had proven futile as none of the critters were found in the stream. Scout camp had rekindled their interest because one of the Nature activities was to go crayfishing in the stream at the camp. They both had success there, getting a chance to see a crayfish for the first time as well as catch one.

Now, they wanted to go looking for crayfish in the stream that runs along the back of our property. To be honest, I didn’t.

The stream is not easily accessible, with lots of tall grasses and steep, muddy banks. Not to mention bugs the size of my fingers flying around and mosquitoes that carried around syringes. Plus, the only spot I could think that might be suitable for crayfishing was a bit of a hike away.

So, I let the question hang in the air and figured they’d get distracted by something else today. After all, when we ask them to do things they constantly get distracted by something else.

Naturally, such was not the case today and late this afternoon, I begrudgingly took them on a hike to look for crayfish.

When we got close to the spot, we lucked out that the property owner was around and he told us an easy way to get down to the stream where we wouldn’t have to deal with tall grasses. Plus, the bank got nice and close to the water for easy entry and exit. When we arrived at the spot, we got another bonus- it put us right in a spot in the stream where, if there were crayfish to be found, we were where they’d be.

So the boy and the lass, armed with plastic cups for catching purposes, plopped down into the stream. It was only about a minute before the boy was pointing and asking if that was a crayfish.

It was indeed, and a rather large specimen to boot. Bigger than any of the ones he’d seen at Scout camp. We didn’t catch that one as it shot under a large rock. But a little further upstream, we hit the motherload with 3 and 4 inch crayfish just sitting out in the open, rather than hiding under rocks.

The boy went about his own way catching them. I had to lend the lass a hand. She couldn’t quite master the coordination of getting the cup behind the critter and then driving them back into it. She finally scored a success with a smaller specimen towards the end of the adventure. The boy scored a success when he spotted and captured the biggest one of the day, probably close to 6 inches long.

When it was all said and done, I’d had an enjoyable time. In spite of myself, really. I had to admit that I was glad I’d let the kids convince me to take them out. Many times, they’ve got ideas that don’t quite pan out (like “The 13 Amazing Shows”- but that’s another post, maybe.) But this time, they got it right.

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Scout Camp- Day 1

In the beginning, there was chaos. And that was before we even got to camp.

A couple of other parents and I agreed to meet up at a local bakery before heading out. One of the parents forgot the all important medical forms. So instead of getting to camp nice and early, we got there closer to the same time everyone else did. That wasn’t the end of the medical form nonsense though.

One of the boys (not “the boy”- one of those unfortunate moments where my convention leads to confusion) we were with didn’t have a signed consent form from his doctor, so he wasn’t going to be allowed to participate in the swim time. To his credit, he handled the situation well and only chose to ask me if he would be able to swim every 20 minutes or so. Ultimately, parents and doctors were called, papers signed and faxed, the world kept spinning, and he was able to go swimming.

I mean really, if I could handle that then a debt deal should easily be within reach.

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A Letter from the Tooth Fairy

The Tooth fairy responded to the lass’ letter from the other day:

Thank you for letting me know that you were at your Grandma’s house. I am so glad I was able to find you there.

Signed,
The Tooth Fairy

The note was written in silver ink on a fancy piece of paper with a picture of a fairy on it. Words cannot describe the level of glee the lass was in after her brother read the letter to her. The boy, for his part, was very impressed with the letter, deeming it to be an authentic work. They were both impressed with the picture, automatically assuming that it was a picture of the Tooth Fairy herself. She wanted to write a “You’re welcome” letter back to the Tooth Fairy, but we told her that she can’t have the Tooth Fairy as a pen pal.

The day will come when she and her brother figure all this stuff out. When it comes, I’m wondering how bad a day it will be. At this point, their belief is so strong that I can’t help but think that the fall will be long, hard and jarring. But then I remember that I, too, once believed like that and managed to survive the revealing of the man behind the curtain.

In the meantime, our neighbor has definitely earned a bottle of wine for a job well done on this caper.

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A Day at the Creek

Where I come from, c-r-e-e-k is pronounced “crick”. Kinda like how “roof” rhymes with “woof.”

I’m firmly of the opinion that there is no better source of entertainment for a kid than water. Even better, the amount is irrelevant. Give a kid a cup of water and it’s a magic potion. Give a kid a tub of water and it becomes an ocean full of high adventure. Give them a pool or more, and they create their own worlds.

We got to the creek a little after lunch time. The kids would have happily gone in without eating anything. The parents were a little savvier than that and made sure to get some nourishment in them. After they finished their sandwiches and drinks, we barely had a chance to spray them down with sunscreen. The water didn’t beckon, it was pulling at them like a black hole.

The parents joined them for a time as well. They searched for tadpoles and fish and crawdads. We turned over rocks and searched for whirlpools and deeper water. They pretended to slip and fall. I’m not sure why they felt the need for an excuse to get wet. They were in their swim suits. Like there was ever any chance they’d stay dry.

After exhausting the search for intriguing forms of life, they moved on to finding some areas with stronger currents that they could ride for awhile. They took turns “riding the rapids” and trying to catch each other’s hand as they went by. They took turns “surfing” through the currents.

When the water finally began to lose some of it’s allure, they made their way back to the shore and started practicing the fine art of skipping stones. First, the right kind of stone has to be found. Not to big for their hand, a side that’s almost completely flat (though a bit of a curve doesn’t hurt), and round like a dish. After that, comes the grip. Without the right grip, the stone won’t spin, and if it doesn’t spin, it won’t skip. And if it doesn’t skip; well, that just won’t do. Finally, there’s the throw. Not too far, not too close, not too fast, not too slow. Every stone is different, and every throw has to be just right for that stone. We spend a lifetime honing our stone skipping skills. That’s why we start ’em early. It never gets old.

Then, finally, after all the good stones have been mined from the shore and the water, we get one last treat. The boy turns a rock over and there’s a salamander. He found it and caught it. So what if he thought it was some kind of weird worm and didn’t realize it had legs until he picked it up. He shows his prize to anyone who is willing to look.

When the time to leave finally arrives, the boy and the lass are too tired to argue. So are their cousins. The youngest falls asleep almost immediately, and none of them make it back home awake. The best indicator of an afternoon well spent.

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Feeding the Myth

The lass lost her 4th tooth last night. But she had a problem. She was going to be staying at Grandma and Grandpa’s and was concerned that the Tooth Fairy would not be able to find her. She asked me if I thought there would be a problem.

Never one to miss a chance to mess with a child’s mind, I answered with a “definite maybe.” I told her that the Tooth Fairy is pretty busy and has to run a pretty tight ship to keep up with all the kids whose teeth she has to pick up. I told her it was entirely possible that the Tooth Fairy wouldn’t know where to find her.

Enter the Wife, who suggested she leave the Tooth Fairy a note telling her where the lass would be. She wrote the following:

Tooth Feree- Wr at Grandmas

And she signed her name. (The ‘Wr’ is pre-K spelling for “we’re” for the uninitiated. Be afraid…)

She was delighted this morning when she woke up to find her tooth gone and a caboodle filled with girlie stuff. And with a lesson in taking the bull-by-the-horns thrown in free of charge.

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The Sleep After

After their marathon lack-of-sleep session in the tent, the Wife and I decided a little revenge was in the offing. I didn’t let them take a nap all day yesterday. They both tried at various points. The best attempt came from the boy first, while running some errands he nearly fell asleep in the car; and then second, while waiting for dinner he snuck upstairs to his room. The lass didn’t try too hard. I was prepared for some epic levels of fatigue induced confrontation; remarkably, none was forthcoming.

But it was worth it come bed time. The didn’t argue and were both in bed shortly after 8. They were asleep by 8:15 and the boy was the first one up at about 7:30. The lass slept until almost 8:30. I can’t remember the last time she slept that late- it might well be never.

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A Night in the Tent

The boy wanted to sleep outside in his tent last night. It took some politicking, but he eventually peaceably agreed to allow his sister to join him. He just wanted help getting his tent setup, which I agreed to do. My only condition was that he helped with the setup, and he did. So everyone went to bed happy last night.

But not everyone woke up happy this morning. Since being outside in a tent together is such a unique experience, neither of them was able to fall asleep until late. The Wife and I expected them to be up a bit, but not until almost 10:30 with their shucking and jiving.

But the worst of it came at about 3AM this morning when they both got up to go to the bathroom. Their entering and exiting the house woke up both the Wife and I. And then we both stayed awake as we listened to them chat. And chat. And chat. And chat.

And giggle.

We both let it ride initially because we figured there was no way they’d be able to stay awake that long. But after 45 minutes, the Wife went first and told them they were keeping us up and to go to sleep. Shortly after the Wife climbed back into bed, it was like she’d never been down there. So I took my turn telling them to go to sleep. At least at this point, it was still dark outside.

But not for much longer. Once the Sun started to rise, they started talking again. And when it became clear there would be no more sleep to be had, the Wife went downstairs to knit and drink some coffee. I also eventually yielded to reality.

So when they go to take that inevitable afternoon nap, I’ll be sure to pick them up and drop them in the pool. Multiple times if necessary.

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And Summer Vacation Officially Begins

The lass arrived home at her usual time. The boy got home after only a half-day of school. So it’s now officially official, the school year is done.

The Winter had a lot to do with how long it seemed in the end. We had a bunch of snow days to make up and the administration decided to tack the extra days on to the end of the year. That decision chagrined many of us parents whom, when it became clear that days would have to be made up, felt the days should have come out of the Winter and Spring vacation. Interestingly, we’ve received advanced word that next year, there will be no Winter vacation and makeup days will be taken out of the Spring vacation. Go figure.

Another contributor is just how busy the kids end up, even with a seemingly minimal number of extra-curricular activities. The boy was the busier of the two, with Scouting, karate and then hockey and baseball. The lass had dance and learn to skate. The thing we (the Wife and I) didn’t appreciate is that there are only 7 days in the week. The weekend, particularly, is only 2 days. All those activities have to happen some time, and they eat the days up quickly. That leaves little time to just sit and relax. Throw in the occasional have-to-do kind of event, and that reduces the nothing-to-do day count even further.

Consequently, we don’t have a lot planned for the kids this Summer. The boy has a Scout camp and then both will be doing a swimming camp. But the swimming camp doesn’t really count because they both love to swim. I don’t imagine there will be any complaining whatsoever when I have to cart them up to swim lessons. So really, they have nothing to do this Summer.

Which probably means I’ll be a nervous wreck by the time Summer vacation is over. At which point, I’ll need my own vacation.

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The Hairdresser

The lass took a shower tonight, but it was on the later side. So, before going to bed, the Wife took her into our bathroom so she could comb and dry her hair a bit before going to bed. I remained downstairs with the boy, helping him with a picture search.

After finishing it up, we trudged upstairs. The Wife was still fussing with the lass in the bathroom, which seemed a bit odd but I didn’t think too much of it. “The girls are having a bonding moment in the bathroom” was my thought. I decided to water a couple of plants and when I made my way back to our room, the Wife cornered me and asked “Did your daughter tell you what she did?”

Note the use of the word “daughter” here. That’s a signaling word indicating the lass has perpetrated some sort of mischief on the sly. I told the Wife that the lass hadn’t said “boo” to me.

“Yeah, she doesn’t want to tell you and I don’t blame her.” More signaling phrases. Whatever it was, the “act” was moving up the severity scale quickly.

The Wife finally, er, “cut” to the chase. She said “She cut her bangs with her scissors today.” (There might be an expletive or two missing from that.)

Apparently, the Wife realized something was amiss while combing her hair. She noticed that there was a “hole” in her bangs in the middle of the lass’ forehead. The Wife was finally able to squeeze out of her that she’d used her pair of craft scissors because her “bangs were too long.” So the Wife had to shorten up the rest of her bangs in order to “fix” the problem.

For my part, I found the whole thing highly amusing. It was only a matter of time before she pulled this stunt. This is the little girl whom has lathered up the cat once before with skin cream because she wanted to help keep the cat’s fur soft. The lass, for her part, was too mortified to tell me, probably assuming I’d be mad at her or something. But all I told her was “That’s why we leave hair cutting to the experts” with a big smile on my face. All I got in return was a grunt.

I mean really, think about it for a second. A 5-year-old takes a pair of craft scissors to her own hair and miraculously all that’s missing is a small chunk in the bangs. Am I the only one thinking that easily could have been much worse?

After the Wife fixed her oops, the lass immediately looked for a silver lining. “But Mommy, they’ll grow back!”

At which point, she’ll probably try it again.

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The Lass and the Box

A package arrived today for the lass. The Wife had purchased a bunch of easy reader books for the lass’ perusing pleasure. The lass was quite excited about the books, but her little imagination pointed her in a different direction this afternoon.

She’d set her sights on the box the books had arrived in. She knew what that box was right from the outset: an airplane. Complete with wings, a tail, a steering wheel and other controls. She brought it out onto the deck and set it down and began crafting her world. She wanted me to watch what she was doing.

I nonchalantly noted that she could draw all of the planes controls onto the box so she’d be able to fly the plane. She processed that for all of a millisecond before she scooted inside for a pen.

She spent the next hour “building” her plane.

She gave it 3 steering wheels for different sized people. She gave it controls that never run out of “stuff” because there are people who fill the “stuff” back into it- “It has infinity stuff, Dad” she informed me. She gave it dials and knobs and switches for every possible scenario. She gave it guns and bullets. She decorated the tail to “make it cool” and drew grass and sky on it to “make it more real.”

And when she was all done, she gave it to her dolls because they were the right size for it. Besides, something better had come along.

Mom had come home with a new paper shredder for her office. And the box it was packaged in is much bigger.

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Hooked on Fishing

That’s the big one that didn’t get away today(If anyone recognizes what kind, I’d love to know. No one at the derby was sure.). But it almost did, and the boy would not have been happy about it. In fact, the fish was able to get itself caught up in some weeds, triggering the drag mechanism in the reel and the boy almost lost his squash because “IT”S NOT COMING IN!!!” Fortunately, I was able to tighten the drag a little, the fish popped out of the weeds, and the boy landed it.

Then, he refused to touch it.

Even so, he was better than the lass, who refused to touch any of the fish. The boy at least tried to bait his own hook, cast his own line, held some of the smaller fish in his hand and even grabbed a couple of the bigger small-mouth bass by the mouth. The lass just reeled the fish in and left it at that. Oh, they both teamed up to get the bait this morning- the lass carried the bucket with the dirt and the boy picked up the worms and put them in a bucket. Notice a theme?

The Wife took the “I’m taking pictures” road. She wasn’t interested in touching fish either. Like Daughter, like Mother I guess. The only mouth she put her fingers in was the boys- to fix an elastic which had come off his braces.

All told, the Scout’s fishing derby was a smashing success. All the kids caught at least one fish. Only the fish got hooks in them and everyone left with a smile. Maybe not the fish, but they were all returned to the water and they got a fat worm for their troubles.

How good was the fishing? For the first 45 minutes or so, I barely had time to turn around after the kids cast a line out before they were exclaiming “The bobbers gone! I think I’ve got a fish!” Sure enough, they had a fish. Overall, the boy caught 8 fish and the lass caught 5. A pretty good day for any angler.

The day wasn’t without it’s life lessons. After the 4th or 5th one, the boy was talking about how great he was at fishing. So I decided to let him down gently. I told him “The number of fish you’ve caught has nothing to do with you.” I then proceeded to explain that it was part luck, part timing, part bait and part hungry fish. And part luck. I even got some backup from an older kid who was fishing with us. To his credit, the boy took the blow rather well.

Despite the fish in the pic, the boy didn’t win the prize for “biggest fish.” Another Scout caught a large mouth bass that was 34 cm. He didn’t win for most fish either- the winner there caught 12 fish. But the boy did win the prize for smallest fish, a whopping 14.5 cm. His award was a super-soaker.

So after all that, one might suspect that both of them want to go fishing again.

They would be correct.

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A Soggy Finale

The final day of Little League was today. The original idea was for the kids to have a couple of games and then some food. What actually happened was it rained, so there were fewer games and mostly no food.

The lass was the luckier of the two. Her games were completed before the heavy stuff started falling. Then she put up some kind of stink about the cookie she was offered. I left the Wife to deal with it because if I’d stayed things would have gotten ugly. I can’t stand it when the pull an attitude over something that is meant as an act of kindness.

The boy barely got a game in. As it was, he ended up playing on a make-shift field because the actual field was so water logged that no one wanted them playing in the mud and muck. Come about the 2nd inning, the skies really opened up and the decision was made for us. Parents were scrambling. Kids were scrambling after their parents. Everyone and everything was wet.

Good times.

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The Lass’ Day Arrives

With all the end-of-year activities the boy has been participating in, the lass has been over-shadowed for the past couple of weeks. That’s not all bad- kids need to learn they won’t and can’t always be the center of the universe so it becomes an exercise in being happy for someone else. But yesterday, the ‘someone else’ was finally the lass.

The day of her dance recital had finally arrived.

The Wife started getting her ready a little after lunch so things wouldn’t be rushed. Also, it minimized opportunities for the lass to find a mudhole in which to immerse herself. The Wife took her over to the school around 3. The boy, myself, and her Grandparents arrived a little closer to the show’s start time.

Her act was the 4th one to go off. There were 6 dancers for her class all told and they all did just fine. Because of her height, the lass was front and center. If she was nervous, it didn’t show. My guess is the Wife was more nervous than the lass, but she’s allowed. The teacher was right up front guiding them through the routine. The routine lasted about 3 or 4 minutes, the song they danced to was one called “Gee Whiz”- appropriate for a new group of dancers.

The entire recital was about 2 hours 45 minutes. About 30 minutes too long for the boy to sit still. But even then, he managed without any major breakdowns.

The Wife wanted me to make sure I noted that I fulfilled the lass’ request- I dressed up for the occasion, wearing a shirt and tie for the festivities. I’ll also note that I only saw one other Dad wearing a tie, and when the lass changed out of her dress, my tie came off.

While waiting for dinner afterwards, I got curious whether the lass was nervous about her routine. So, I asked her if she had a funny feeling in her belly before she had to go and do her performance. She gave me a distracted “Yes”- she was busily working on coloring her food mat while waiting for her burger. When I then asked her if it felt liked butterflies, she replied “No, it just felt like when I’m hungry.”

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I Know How This Ends

Forgot to mention it earlier, but twice this past week the lass came home from school, laid down on the couch and napped for over 2 hours. On another day, she clearly came home tired and nap-primed, but afternoon activities kept her from napping.

In addition, both the Wife and myself have observed that she’s been eating quite a bit more than usual. The evidence points to the conclusion that some time next week the lass will be looking the Wife in the eye.

Or there about anyway.