Thomas rode the merry-go-round today
which sounds like a terrible idea
except that the alternative
(Thomas climbing on himself, while it was spinning around)
was significantly worse
I bought a book from a family on our local homeschool listserv and had to pick it up today. I loaded the kids in the car with a promise to visit the playground and a warning that "I have to make a quick stop first."
This stop - me, walking from the car to the house, handing over money for a book, making five second of polite conversation - was incomprehensible to Lucy and Peter.
"Why you go in a strange house?" (and the related "Why don't we go in the house of the people we don't know?")
"What's her kid's names? What's their poppy's name?"
"Why you not know that lady?"
I fielded these questions and answered them as best I could, until we arrived at the playground. At that point the swings and the zip line and the merry-go-round trumped the confusion of doorstep capitalism.
While Lucy could still swing forever, her insistence upon it is fading. Thankfully! It's as if she's finally accepted the terms of my forced compromise, which is that I'll push her for a while, but she needs to play with her older brother so he doesn't get mopey and sad. Playgrounds are much more fun with someone to play with, and if Lucy and Thomas are tucked inside bucket swings there's just not a playmate for Peter.
Or maybe it's just that she's a little bit taller, a little bit more coordinated, and a little more sure of her climbing skills.
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