Evan got up at 5 o’ clock this morning. I tried to buy his silence (so he wouldn’t wake mom) with bananas and oatmeal. I was partially successful. I got him dressed and cleaned up by 6, and then we sat in my room and played with Noah’s Ark critters for a little bit. By 6:15 or so, he got up and started wandering around, clearly a little bit restless. He grabbed his own diaper bag and dragged it to my by the strap. I asked him if he was trying to tell me he wanted to go to day care early – really early, i.e. just after they opened – and he said “Yeah!” I got his coat on him and he started waving and saying “BYE!” to the kitties. 😆
When we got there, Evan’s buddy Jonathan brought him a toy giraffe. Not the same kind of giraffe that hangs out in Evan’s Noah’s Ark, but that’s okay – only Evan did what he does with his own giraffes: he walked up and offered it to me. (He’s sharing like that.) I swear to God, Jonathan just about came unglued, and you could just read his thoughts on his face: I GAVE YOU THAT GIRAFFE. YOU CANNOT JUST GO AND GIVE IT TO A GROWN-UP. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!!?
I gave Evan the giraffe back so he could give it to Jonathan, and tried to sneak out while he was distracted; even now, Evan still gets upset sometimes when I leave him at day care. I turned around to look behind me as I made my way down the hall – and there he was, watching me go without a problem. He waved and said “BYE DADDY!” – in a tone of voice that was kind of like “You’re dismissed!”
Guess he showed me. Thanks for the giraffe, buddy.