The other day my dad stopped by after work to see Caroline. He’d been out of town on business for several days and hadn’t seen her since she’d turned five and a half.
In true grandpa fashion, he began telling her much taller she’d gotten in the last few days and how he could tell she was five and half because of how fast she is now.
Bless her heart, it will be a wonder if she has any kind of self-esteem at all.
I was cooking dinner and called into the living room, “And you won’t believe what a good job she’s doing sounding out her words and letter sounds!”
My dad said, “Wow, Caroline! Just think you’ll be able to read before you know it.”
“Yep! I’m gonna read books!”
“That’s right. Then you can just curl up on the couch with a good book and read.”
“I know! Or I can just go in my room, read a book and have a little ‘me’ time.”
“Me” time?
Did she seriously say she could use a little “me” time?
I guess it’s been selfish of me to make her play all those rounds of Candyland with me every afternoon after school when apparently all she’s been looking for is a little “me” time.