Last weekend Caroline and I were at the playground during Alex’s lacrosse practice.
She was quite content to just swing and swing.
After awhile, two little girls walked up and got on the swings to her left.
Caroline proceeded to talk to them and they proceeded to ignore her.
One little girl told the other she was five.
The second little girl said, “Oh, I’m six.”
Caroline then said, “I’m fa-ree,” while holding up her three little fingers.
No response from them.
So I said, “Yes, Caroline. You are three.”
She ignored me and looked at the girls again.
With a flick of the wrist in my direction, she then said …..
“And this is my mom. She’s not fa-ree. She’s old.”