One More Day!

Several neighbors stopped by to chat today and bid us farewell with smiles and hugs as we stood outside our house in the warm afternoon sun.

I was telling them how three year old KC was still in training and that she is very good about remembering that she isn't allowed on the cloth sofas or on the area rug in the kitchen. I said, "I asked her if she would like to sit on my lap for a story and she reminded me herself that she couldn't sit on the cloth covered sofa."

Suddenly KC piped up, "I can only sit on the black (leather) sofa in the family room."

That startled me. I thought she was playing with her scooter but she'd been listening to everything we were saying. Then she got her little balls and started kicking them around saying she was playing soccer.

Somebody asked me if KC had a favorite person that she always liked to spend time with. I laughed and told them, "Absolutely! It's Grandpa!" (Art has always been the one who put KC first before everything else. He's always ready to play, read, sing, laugh with her. He is never too busy for her. This is one of the things I love best about him. He was that way with our children as well. I'm more the disciplinarian which is why I was the one who did the toilet training with her.)

Tif seconded what I said, "It's been that way from the time she was a baby. Grandpa was the one who could always calm her. He's always been her favorite."

After dinner this evening Tif and Art said we should all go for a walk since the temperatures had really cooled down considerably from the morning and I needed to get some exercise.


As we were getting ready to leave, KC took my hand and said, "Grandma and me will go for a walk now. I will ride my tricycle and Grandma will walk. OK?"

Tif and I got our shoes and helped KC with hers. Then as we were about to leave, KC stopped Tif and said, "Mommy, only Grandma and I are going. OK?"

Tif and I were absolutely flabbergasted! She really meant it. We had previously always taken these evening walks as a group. This was the first time she'd ever made this sort of request. I kept expecting her to change her mind, but...no. She got on her bike and talked almost nonstop as she rode around the village while I walked.

When we got back, she proclaimed to her father, "I helped Grandma get exercise."


After KC went to bed, we all talked about her strange behavior. "Mom," Tif said, "She heard you telling the neighbors that Dad was her favorite. I'm pretty sure she thought you might be feeling sad."

She's only three years old. It seems only a short time ago that she could barely talk.

I'm really quite proud of her.