May 22, 2008
Age Is Just A Number
Dawson is back at daycare four days per week, as I’ve taken a part-time job for the next few months to help a family member. Due to the delicate nature of the situation and to protect the privacy of those involved, I’ve been asked not to blog about it. This is the first time this has ever been asked of me and I completely respect the request and the reasons behind it. (I did mention this to two people that I felt obligated to notify, but my family is okay with this due to the circumstances.)
I know that this is vague and I apologize. I never realized how difficult it is to write about something, without actually writing about it. And it’s very weird to not be able to talk about an issue. This is a first for me. I have often chosen not to blog about certain topics, but I’ve never been prevented from blogging about something. I’m sure many of you have been in this situation before, so I know you’ll understand.
Anyway, what I wanted to say was that yesterday was Dawson’s first day back at daycare. On the way there we stopped at Kwik Trip (a local convenience store/gas station), because I needed a cappuccino, and Dawson walks up to the counter with a container of powdered donut holes. The plastic container was larger than his head, and my little guy looked hilarious as he tried to carry it without dropping it.
“Mommy, I wanna take donuts to ‘Nee’s house. All my friends will be so ‘cited to eat donuts!” he tells me.
“Dawson, are you sure the kids like donuts?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” he nodded. “They love ‘em!”
“Okay, donuts it is.” I say.
So, I pay for our purchases and when we’re back in the car, Dawson continues to tell me all about his friends.
“Trevor and Taylor and Bree and Sammy are my best friends, Mommy. They love donuts. I love donuts. They gonna be so ‘cited!”
Each of the kids he mentioned are either a year older or a year younger than Dawson, and he always talks about what kinds of games they play or what type of art project they make each day.
I asked Dawson if Adrian and Lydia, two of the kids who are about 15-18 months old, were his friends, too, he replied, “No Mommy, Adrian and Lydia are just babies. They too little to play with my friends.”
I started to chuckle, but then I wondered how he was able to distinguish Adrian and Lydia as “babies” when they aren’t that much younger than Dawson.
“Doodlebug, how do you know that Adrian and Lydia are just babies?” I asked.
“Because they still wear baby diapers, Mommy! I wear underpants like Taylor and Sammy, and Bree and Trevor wear pull-ups. They are almost big kids like me!”
There you have it! Age differentiation from the point of view of a 3-year old.
Taylor, Trevor & Dawson. They are all born in September, a year apart, and BFFs for life.
Posted by Dana @ 10:01 am • The Mommy Files
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May 22nd, 2008 at 4:13 pm, Amber Says:
Toooooo cute! My daughter was trying to describe the age of this gal she met and she said, “She’s reallllllly old. Just like you, Mommy!”
At least she got something right….
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May 22nd, 2008 at 8:01 pm, Cheryl Says:
Sometimes I regret telling my family about my blog… because there’s so much blog fodder in their dramas, it’s insane. But I have to keep my mouth shut and it drives me nuts.
I think Dawson is awesome. Ben’s only a year younger, and he’s obviously still a baby since he still wears diapers.
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