When the babes have a sleepover with me, Boston is happy as a clam and could stay for weeks without a second thought. He and I bonded early and strong. Ridley, on the other hand, is her mama's girl, and resents every moment she must be separated from her mother. She enjoys time with me, but she always counts the moments until she can go back home.
The previous owner of my house left lots of goodies in the house for me, including the Audubon bird clock. If you're not familiar with this clock, there are twelve birds on its face, and a different bird call sounds out each passing hour. The Montessori school also has one of these clocks, and Ridley—being stomach-driven—knows very well that the Great Horned Owl means it's lunchtime.
On Saturday morning, I promised to have the children home by 10:00 so their parents could get them dressed for their soccer games. At 9:00, Ridley came to me and asked, "Is it time to go home yet? It's three birds to the Great Horned Owl."
I laughed out loud.
She is absolutely the most precious almost-six-year-old girl who's ever been in my life!
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