This was a while back – the last time Ali and I went to Edgar’s. As we were leaving, she wanted to sit on the bench:
We sat and stared and talked about him for at least half an hour. It was one of those moments where I totally let go of anything else I wanted to do and just enjoyed listening to a toddler’s mind.
“He has a REALLY big head.”
“What’s that on top of his head? It’s really high.”
“He has a REALLY big tummy.”
“What’s his name? Is he Edgar?”
Of course he was Edgar. By the time we left, we were Edgar’s best friend.
I need more moments like that.
What I DIDN’T realize until a minute later was that it wasn’t a barricade.
It was a stall door.
He was pooping.
When I asked her what she wanted to do with them, she was quick to answer: “buy cookies!!!”
The other night, we had the most artistic of family evenings. I was working on a painting:
And Ali was vacillating between helping him play
It really was wonderful – the most relaxing of evenings that I can remember in a long time. More arts and entertainment, please!