Someone didn’t get a nap yesterday. Not me. Okay, yes me, but that’s not who I am talking about. I’m talking about The Kidling. Girlie needs sleep, and melts down like a damn nuclear reactor if she doesn’t get two hours mid-day.
When The Dada and I picked her up from daycare (a certified nap-free zone), she was talking to a teacher about the rocks she had loaded up in the pocket of her little green dress. Alice told Cindy she wanted to take them home for her collection. Cindy noticed that one was actually a smooth piece of wood, not a rock. She asked whether she could go ahead and throw it away.
We said our goodbyes and headed to the car. That’s when Alice began to cry:
“I didn’t mean to say yes. I meant to say no. (sobs) If I hadn’t said ‘yes’ then I would still have it. I want that wood. (tears stream down her Kidling face) I’ve never seen a smooth round wood piece before, and I meant to say ‘no.’ I wish I hadn’t said ‘yes.’ I didn’t mean to say ‘yes.’
“And my smooth pebble! (gasps in despair) I dropped my smooth pebble in the yard. Not the sandy part, the rocky part, and now it is buried. My smooth pebble is buried and I can’t find it again.
“(mournful and resigned) I will never forget about it.”
Yep. That last bit broke my heart. And, in case you were wondering, the evening only got worse. And she didn’t even say anything funny.