Who doesn’t like to be pursued and desirable? No one! Pay attention to me! Chase me! Want me!
I just wish my children wouldn’t take it so literally.
Wyatt has a friend over–actually, it would be more accurate to say that both Wyatt and Rory have a friend over. A very good friend. Always a success.
Rory wants him to chase her.
When he does chase her, she will run and shriek NO! NO! She will dodge. She may even cry.
But when he stops…
I can see her now. She is standing just inches from him. She is reaching over to poke at the toy he is playing with. She is actually stroking his head. She has a small music playing toy and, she is waving it at him and dancing around. CHASE ME! CHASE ME!
NO NONONNOOOO! AAARGGHHH! He chasing me!
I really don’t know what conclusion to draw from this extremely annoying series of events, other than that I really really wish they would go outside and do it there. And that it is really, truly, astonishing how often three five-year-olds who are each very anxious to be the ones to be playing with one another and not missing anything have to go to the bathroom. I think they can’t be, um, fully achieving their goals every time they go in.
It’s a beautiful day. I’m sitting on the sofa doing nothing in particular as they whiz past me, chasing, and running to the potty (shrieking an announcement of their destination every time). They’re going in and out like it was summer. Lily has a friend with her upstairs, and I have no idea what they’re doing, which is just as it should be.
We have a school picnic to be at in 19 minutes. People I care a lot about have worked very hard on this picnic. It’s an amazing day for a picnic. There will be games and activities and all kinds of fantastic fun. I’m sure it’s going to be a fantastic picnic.
But I really just want to sit here on my ass instead.