"I was the parent-helper Tuesday in Niko's preschool class - I think all the kids think I'm cool," I tell my husband over dinner. "I get REALLY into the Chicken Dance and Tootie Ta song. Really, really into it. During story time, when we were sitting on the rug in front of the teacher, half the class wanted to sit on my lap at the same time".
Jeremy looks up from his plate and says with minimal facial expression or emotion, "You're on their level".
IN OTHER NEWS:
It seems that Kyra continues to be growing into a fairly normal child, while Niko has been ordering Caesar salads at restaurants when we go out to eat.
"Caesar Salad," he tells the waitress when it's his turn to order. The waitress usually glances at him, then quickly turns to glance at me with as to confirm or say "come again?" or "did he just say ceassaw sawwad?" ...or after he orders a salad and gets a choice of RANCH FRENCH BLUECHEESE BASALMICVINIGARETTE RASPBERRYVINIGARETTE HONEYMUSTARD CAESAR... "Ceesaw", interrupts Niko in the middle of the dressing list recital.
"Yes", I say, to the server, laughing nervously. "He said ceasar. He likes Ceasar salads".
LIfe continues to be an adventuwwre.
