Molly, It's Day 12 of Kindergarten...
The weather has been so unseasonally beautiful here that you're playing outside twice a day... plus PE three times a week.
When I called you to dinner and you didn't answer, I figured you changed your dinner protest from whinning to silent.
Instead, I found you like this at 6:08 p.m...
Daddy and I tried to wake you up, to no avail. I carried you upstairs, but as soon as I laid you down, you woke up claiming to want dinner. (You always did that as a baby too -- you could go from a dead sleep to wide awake and hungry as soon as I would let go of you...)
We came back downstairs. You ate EVERYTHING on your plate, plus seconds. (Funny how an hour earlier you didn't like ANYTHING I was fixing for dinner. But I let that go...) As soon as you were done eating, we returned to your room, read a chapter of Charlie and The Great Glass Elevator, then tucked you in.
We haven't heard from you since.
Who knew that Kindergarten was such hard work???
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