We went to Old Navy yesterday to return a pair of pants. Every time I enter that store something awkward happens. Last time they put me in a little dressing room and the stroller got stuck between the door and the bench. I had to kneel on the bench and pick the stroller up at the same time just to get out. This time Sesame dumped her snack all over herself and the car seat five minutes before I knocked over a shirt/vest/scarf display. They love me at Old Navy. They see me coming and immediately call the disaster recovery team.
Every Wednesday the library on post has story time. Annabelle enjoys seeing people besides me and I enjoy a free activity that gets us out of the house so it's a win win. The leader is nice but not exactly the brightest of light bulbs. We had just finished singing Twinkle Twinkle when she said, "I wish I knew the tune for the ABC song." All the parents stared at her because Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and ABC have the same exact tune. Despite this hiccup, she's very intent on preparing the children for preschool. PRESCHOOL. The oldest child in the group is barely two and half the children can't even sit up for longer than three minutes without falling over. Let's worry about sleeping through the night before we make sure they can recite the colors of the rainbow in the correct order. I'm not concerned about my little Einstein. She knows how to stick her tongue out so I think we're well on our way to preschool greatness.