Yesterday was a feast of trying to catch minnows, making sand castles, playing with kittens and doing what seven year olds like to do. It was a summery day, and we had fun at a lake and then at my friend's house with her kittens. Lastly, we went inside for a movie and my granddaughter laughed her head off, so that was successful as well. Having not seen the first three "Ice Age" s was no detriment whatsoever. I got the plot instantly. The silliness is what my granddaughter appreciated. It even had a good message, which was pointless for a seven year old, since it was more about teens needing to try their wings. My granddaughter thinks I can get up and leave her while I buy her a water, and I said she must come with me, that I couldn't leave her in the theater, and, in the end, we didn't get the water, but I did tell her parents to help me explain why it was not okay to leave her alone, even for a minute. So maybe she already has the teen independence, but it's a bit premature. She also was jumping from escalators, for which I did not rat her out, I just tackled that one myself. She wanted to go down the up escalator as well, and saw some boys doing it, but I was firm on that. We also had long discussions about her wanting a cat, and her parents' refusal, and my explaining they had a new baby and enough to deal with was chatter on deaf ears. SHE would do all the taking care of the pet. What about driving to the vet? I asked. No answer. We compromised by agreeing to visit my friend's kitties again and me seeing if there is an afterschool program for caring for animals at any local shelter. I know a friend who volunteers at a shelter and could give her a tour, at least.
So I returned home at seven pm, exhausted, with takeout, and my husband and I watched a movie. And it was not a cartoon!
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