We had considered bringing our three year old, but as I noted in my previous post, she had the presence of mind to bow out late last night. We had been swimming three days straight. She was understandably exhausted.
Even so, her tiny little voice asked me as I was putting her to bed last night, myself eager with anticipation for her to join us for her first big concert, "is the concert during the daytime or at the nighttime?"
"Well, it's at night sweetie, but hopefully won't be too late. And if you're tired, we can just come home."
"I think I want to stay home," she said, sweet as you can imagine.
As much as I wanted to convince her she should come, as an early birthday present to me, it's incredible to me the maturity and presence of mind she has at such a young age.
This is more the ramblings of an idiot adult than the gushing of a proud poppa, but either way, I'm glad we didn't have her with us. Just a few weeks earlier, at a fireworks display in my wife's native Buffalo, my little one nearly lost her mind. Loud noises seem to cause her to scream hysterically, not unlike Rain Man faced with hot water.
Something from deep in her sub conscious makes her hate loud noises, maybe it's all the yelling me and the wife are capable of, but she sure does love those juice boxes too.
Not sure what I'm getting at any more, it's late and an Israeli woman next to me on the plane is making a mad land grab for the armrest we both share. As if this real estate can be claimed simply by being there...
Which, by the way, is another great Wilco album...
Night
As much as I wanted to convince her she should come, as an early birthday present to me, it's incredible to me the maturity and presence of mind she has at such a young age.
This is more the ramblings of an idiot adult than the gushing of a proud poppa, but either way, I'm glad we didn't have her with us. Just a few weeks earlier, at a fireworks display in my wife's native Buffalo, my little one nearly lost her mind. Loud noises seem to cause her to scream hysterically, not unlike Rain Man faced with hot water.
Something from deep in her sub conscious makes her hate loud noises, maybe it's all the yelling me and the wife are capable of, but she sure does love those juice boxes too.
Not sure what I'm getting at any more, it's late and an Israeli woman next to me on the plane is making a mad land grab for the armrest we both share. As if this real estate can be claimed simply by being there...
Which, by the way, is another great Wilco album...
Night
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