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This morning we sent Farmbaby off with mother-in-law, her Nana, to school, and sent her with a little hand-written list of places in the city near her school that she loves to go out to eat, and directions to her favorite bookstore. Because Nana has taken her to McDonald’s twice and Wal-Mart three times, and there are so many other things to do in our little city. Maybe Troy isn’t Chicago, but there’s still plenty to do that isn’t the same things over and over again. We even had a gift certificate to that bookstore, which was her favorite favorite bookstore. She loves going there, everyone there knows her, it’s a great time. (She spontaneously wrote the bookseller a postcard one day while I was writing letters with her.)
She came back three hours later with a toy from Wendy’s, and a lunchbox from… Wal-Mart. We asked if she’d gone to the bookstore and her face crumpled up and she said “No! Nana didn’t want to go! We had to go to Walmart instead!”
Sigh.
Just now, I came in and Farmbaby ran into the kitchen, clearly thinking I was her mother. She saw me, and called out my name, I guess to Nana. Then she said to me, “Don’t tell my mother I’m watching more TV than I’m supposed to.” I heard Nana laugh. Clearly she’s being supervised, and what’s more, called upon to stand guard for herself to cover the misdeed.
She’s not allowed extra TV in a day because she gets really crazy and wild afterward. I mentioned this to her, and said, “Maybe you should make a better choice, and save it for tomorrow.” She shook her head no, and I said, because I couldn’t help it, “It’s too bad there are no adults in here who could help you make a better choice.”
This morning we sent Farmbaby off with mother-in-law, her Nana, to school, and sent her with a little hand-written list of places in the city near her school that she loves to go out to eat, and directions to her favorite bookstore. Because Nana has taken her to McDonald’s twice and Wal-Mart three times, and there are so many other things to do in our little city. Maybe Troy isn’t Chicago, but there’s still plenty to do that isn’t the same things over and over again. We even had a gift certificate to that bookstore, which was her favorite favorite bookstore. She loves going there, everyone there knows her, it’s a great time. (She spontaneously wrote the bookseller a postcard one day while I was writing letters with her.)
She came back three hours later with a toy from Wendy’s, and a lunchbox from… Wal-Mart. We asked if she’d gone to the bookstore and her face crumpled up and she said “No! Nana didn’t want to go! We had to go to Walmart instead!”
Sigh.
Just now, I came in and Farmbaby ran into the kitchen, clearly thinking I was her mother. She saw me, and called out my name, I guess to Nana. Then she said to me, “Don’t tell my mother I’m watching more TV than I’m supposed to.” I heard Nana laugh. Clearly she’s being supervised, and what’s more, called upon to stand guard for herself to cover the misdeed.
She’s not allowed extra TV in a day because she gets really crazy and wild afterward. I mentioned this to her, and said, “Maybe you should make a better choice, and save it for tomorrow.” She shook her head no, and I said, because I couldn’t help it, “It’s too bad there are no adults in here who could help you make a better choice.”
