Last night we took our Chee swimming at the neighbor’s pool and she was alive with enthusiasm. She and her daddy played “Ariel and King Tritan” for as long as the day would allow, while I observed their game and kicked my feet on the steps of the bright blue lagoon.
Despite our attempts to wear out our little one, she put up her usual fight at bed time. Every night I lay next to her and ignore her hundreds of attempts to strike up conversation. She chats away and asks me questions, I refuse her game most of the time, until something like the following comes up and I cannot deny her a response:
“Mom, I need you to tell me something.”
“Mom, does college mean that you put stuff in the attic?”
Giggles from me.
“I suppose it does Lucia, but you have many more summers before you have to worry about that.
Go to sleep.
I love you.”
“I love you too.