Last Saturday Raine from Pursuit of Peace and I made a trek to Ikea because she had never been. Ikea is fairly new in our area so it's still a novelty for us. To all of you that have embraced and bowed down to that which is Ikea, that's how we feel about Target.
Anywho,
Raine brought her most adorable son, Ryder, with her. He is four.
And I had forgotten.
I had forgotten that four year olds are curious about everything...and they have a continuous running monologue as soon as they get over their 10 minutes of shyness.
In the mock kitchens we opened every cabinet, every oven, and every fridge. Dishwashers were especially fascinating, apparently they do not have one at home, but it had a handle, so...we opened it.
Bar code scanners could not be passed without scanning something. Anything.
Maps...you must follow the arrows on the map. He held the map, I held the map, there were serious map consultations.
Oh, and the arrows on the floor? You absolutely MUST follow those.
Lunch? You mean they have food? Chicken fingers and fries, by the window, in the super tall chairs.
Two-thirds of the way through the store he was tired, Raine had sensory overload (I warned her) and I was clutching the two pillows I could not leave without.
We were ready to call our shopping trip a success after going through the self-serve checkout, more scanning yo, but first we needed the Ikea girl to void out a few things because we may have gotten a little excited with the hand scanner.
Ryder and I are, of course, BFF's now and I've been invited over to play Sponge Bob games.
All because I had forgotten how easy it is to adore a four year old.
5 comments:
"He is four.
And I had forgotten.
I had forgotten that four year olds are curious about everything"
You just described perfectly exactly why I chose to stay home with The Boy when The Wife and The Girl went to, of all places, Ikea on Sunday. I love my daughter, but sometimes she just won't shut up. I mean that, of course, with all love.
I adore four year olds. They're just so fabulous and wonderful and interesting.
It IS easy to adore children that age.
My cousin's little boy is five and I was squatting down next to him and his sister, posing for pictures at the wedding. My legs were shaking because I'm fat and out of shape and doing an extended squat HURT.
He turned to me in concern and said, very solemnly, "I see you're shaking a little bit, Tricia, are you feeling nervous about getting married?"
My heart melted and I forgot about my trembling quads.
Where are we going next time?!
*sniff*
I used to be a preschool teacher. You made me miss it terribly just now.
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