I’ve been meaning to tell you about Reid’s full-contact dancing experience ever since she came home from daycare a couple of weeks ago with bandaids on her elbow and even more scrapes on her legs than usual. Ken said that he didn’t have to sign an incident report – unlike the three, or is it four, times that Reid has been bitten at daycare but I’m digressing. When we asked what she’d been doing when the injury happened, Reid replied with a smile, “dancing with M”. Reid and M have been spending lots of time together lately and had been dancing on one of the paths in the outside play area when calamity struck. I don’t remember seeing any tear tracks on Reid’s cheeks, and usually she is dirty enough when playing oustide that a track would be evident, but I’m sure she wasn’t traumatized by the whole thing. Instead, Reid was very proud of and pleased with the two bandaids. She talked me into fresh bandaids after her bath. And no, the blood wasn’t still dripping to the floor at the time. The scrape was big enough and Reid gets so dirty outside that the protective covering seemed wise. Next time, though, I demand to see the blood to maintain my membership in the family hard-nose club.
Since that day, Reid has played often with M and has even danced with her again. Reid doesn’t understand why we ask about the dancing, though.