Ken has reported that the last couple of days, Reid has been particularly cooperative when going into daycare. Before we left, she had been a bit fussy about going in and she even cried one day when I took her. Maybe she just needed a “holiday” from daycare. She was asking me if Ken was on holiday last night after we dropped him at his “offiff”. The ladies at daycare (or maybe it was Wheatley-people”) must have asked her if she had a nice holiday and/or what she did on her holiday because it’s not a word that Ken and I use. I say “vacation” and Ken says, hmmm, “trial by hotel and car”, maybe ;+) Seriously, I don’t think he says “holiday”, either, even when he isn’t tired and sore from driving through a windy, rainy day.
I’ll blame the daycare ladies if she says, “vahse” or “tomahto” instead of “vase” and tomato”, too. Ken will be on the hook for curse words since he drives in rush hour with Reid 40 minutes a day.