Last week, The Mama traveled for work.
And The Dada carted The Kidling off to Nana and Papa’s house.
Before you judge (which I obviously set you up to do), this was kind of justified. The Dada stayed home with The Kidling for four of seven work days (three because pre-school was closed for conferences, and one because she was sick). Then I got sick. Then he got sick.
Oh yeah, and it was his birthday.
See? A fully justified abdication of parenting duties.
The Kidling was lucky to spend the weekend with Nana, Papa and her cousin, The Kidd-0.
And Nell. The cutest damn dog on the planet.
The Dada being a good dada-type, he drove to Nearby Town to pick up The Kidling and The Kidd-o and cart them back to Our Town.
And our car on the drive home is the setting for this story. You see, the girls spent approximately 3/4 of the drive drawing pictures in notebooks. They are both five, and you might have heard that five-year-old children do not realistic artists make.
Suddenly, The Kidling had an idea. She thought that one girl should draw a picture and the other should guess what the drawing is meant to depict. The Kidd-0 took the first turn as artist. When it came time for Alice to make her guesses, she scrutinized the drawing carefully. After several moments, she guessed.
Alice: Is that some kind of weird-looking robot?
The Kidd-o: No.
Alice: Is it a strange underwater sea creature?
“No,” The Kidd-o lamented, “it’s a sheep!”