Scene: after dinner, leaving Mile 1, back steps of the restaurant. Anja, 3, wearing white and black zebra print top with pink ruffled sequinned skirt is hauling her runner bike up the steps.
Me: “What are you doing?”
Anja: “I’m gonna ride down the stairs.”
Me (looking at the 4 concrete stairs): “Um, no.”
Anja: “BUT I DID IT BEFORE A LONG TIME AGO!”
Me: “Right. Whatever. Wait till Dad gets home so you can try then.”
Anja: “Ok. That way I’ll do it and Dad will spot me.”
dad will spot me, said the 3 year old. Only in this world.
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I see hospital visits in your future.
I was hoping you’d move to Pemberton and be our live-in medical support.