Last in the Rat Race

Today is President’s Day. No school.

Instead of Mike and I tag-teaming our child today, we shipped her off to her grandparents’ house for the day. She often hangs there when she’s been sick, feeling better, but still not cleared to return to school, and, at that point, she’s fun for my parents to have around – engaging, but not running at 100%. Today, a day when she IS feeling good (and running at 100%), she’d likely wipe them out. However, her cousin Rachel will be there today too, thereby lessening the pressure for my parents to entertain one or the other solely. They are there to play together… Ha.

Kate is nearly 4. Rachel just turned 8.

Kate will talk until your ears start to bleed. Rachel may say 10 words through the course of the morning.

Kate is clearly a tom-boy at this stage. Rachel is all girl.

Kate brought a little basket of dinosaurs to play with. Rachel brought bags (BAGS!) of dress up clothes.

Kate was looking forward to playing with her cousin and scaring g-ma and g-pa with her new roaring T.Rex key fob. Rachel prepped for the day by repeating to herself, “I will make her play like a girl. I will not play with bugs. We will play dress up. I will not play with bugs. I will make her into a girl.”

I don’t think the grandparents are aware of the little powder keg about to explode in their house today.