Today my friend C drove down with her two girls for lunch and a visit. We only live an hour and a half apart, and it is ludicrous that we don't see each other more often. It's shameful, actually. The last time I saw her children was an entire year ago! Why is it that once you "grow up" you get so busy with the everyday mundane details of life?
C's girls might just be the best behaved children on earth. They are only three and a half, and they listen to their mama so well. And boy, are they smart. I was good to watch my sailor's vernacular, but they picked up on my slang - like telling The Boy to "chill out." So, C & A, I'm sorry if they start telling you to "chill." Believe me, it's a step up from what I normally say - which is "Calm the F#&* down!" It's not often you find toddlers (is three and a half still a toddler?) that you can actually have a conversation with over lunch. The conversation might have been about pink nail polish, at what time they can have their teddy-grahams as a snack, and whether or not they can play with The Boy after lunch, but it was still an interactive convo which I enjoyed very much. These kids also told their mom when it was time for a nap, which I thought was both hilarious and great. Most kids fight naptime - these girls are after my own heart!
The pleasantness of C's kids should be expected since her dogs (yes, plural kids, plural dogs) are some of the best behaved dogs I know. I was ever so slightly (ie enormously) mortified that The Boy peed on all three of them upon arrival. Then he knocked over a glass of tea. Then he tried to take one of the girls down and wrestle with her when she ran from him. I have to say for my Boy's sake that he was as good as he could possibly be. He's just used to playing with people bigger than he is. And I hope I don't make excuses like this for my two-legged kids!
I need C's secrets!!
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