No time for such distractions

November 8, 2007 by Barbara.

For some reason on Tuesday morning, Reid decided that she wanted to go to daycare instead of staying with Grandma Joyce and Aunt Karin. It’s a mystery to me why she would decide this way since they dote on Reid and let her run the roost. Before I’d even eaten my breakfast, Reid went to the foyer and put her snow boots on. I followed her and pointed out that she couldn’t go to daycare since she:
* was still wearing her pajamas and it wasn’t pajama week any more;
* wasn’t wearing any socks;
* hadn’t had a bath;
* hadn’t brushed her teeth; and
* needed her hair brushed and put up.

I was hoping that Reid would decide that the hassle of getting ready for daycare far exceeded her desire to see her daycare friends. I may have even mentioned that Ken and I didn’t have time to take her to daycare since I’m self-centred like that. Reid’s only response was to note that her new winter boots were warm enough that she wouldn’t need socks.

Aunt Karin arrived to rescue us. She told Reid that she would take Reid to daycare after the bathing, brushing and hairpulling (I mean hair brushing) had been accompished. She also told me that I should go and eat my breakfast. Bossy big sisters are good to have around. Aunt Karin asked Reid is she wanted to go to the park. Reid said, “No, I don’t have time. I’m late for daycare.” After a while Aunt Karin proposed a trip to the store to buy nail polish and putting it on Reid’s toenails. Again, Reid didn’t have time. Grandma Joyce sweetened the pot by asking Reid to help make Rice Krispie Squares. I wasn’t sure where Reid would end up spending her day when we left the house but she gave each of us a kiss when we went out the door.

With Ken and me out of the picture, Reid spent a fun day with Grandma Joyce and Aunt Karin. Reid arrived at gymnastics with purple-painted toenails *and* fingernails and stories about making Rice Krispie Squares for Daddy and me as well as cooking supper with Grandma. Oh, and she had tidy, evenly-placed braids of the sort I can’t seem to manage. All in all, I’m sure she was happy to have stayed home. When she woke up Wednesday morning, she asked for Grandma Joyce before asking her usual first question, “It’s a daycare day?”

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