Thursday, May 1st, 2014
3 years, 5 months.
This morning you were so excited to take your pet dog, Chi-chi, to school. He (or is it she?) has an “on” switch which causes it to walk across the floor and bark/chirp. It’s pretty hilarious.
But since you and your friends are 3 and a half, it’s pretty much as awesome as me finding out yesterday why “A113″ shows up in nearly every Disney/Pixar movie.
You were so eager to show Chi-Chi to your friends, I was actually a bit surprised. I feared that you might freak out as a mob of your classmates would begin going crazy for your toy.
I thought it would bother you. I thought you might quickly get possessive.
That’s not at all what happened. Instead, I saw the look on your face as 7 or 8 of your friends all circled around you in amazement of your toy.
Never was there a sign of concern as Chi-Chi (and ultimately, you) were the hit of the party.
I saw joy in your eyes as you witnessed your friends playing with and passing around the toy you brought to share with them.
You brightened their day. That made you happy.
And it made me happy too.
When we got home, I saw on Facebook that my friend Holly, from college, had messaged me:
Nick, i just had to let you know that of all the compliments I received on my pink hair picture, your son requesting a second viewing makes me feel the coolest. Hope you’re doing well!
A few days ago, Holly had posted this new picture of herself with some temporary pink hair dye. (Being half-Norwegian and half-Swedish, her hair is normally light blonde.)
You caught a glimpse of the picture on my laptop as I was scrolling through Facebook and were pretty fascinated by this seemingly magical girl with the pink hair. I let Holly know that: