Grace is sleeping over at Clemmie’s tomorrow night. She has been avidly counting down the days until the sleepover, which was postponed from the last Friday in April. She has a calendar at her desk and she crosses off a day every day. The other morning she asked me how many days until the sleepover?” (as, truth be told, she asks me every morning). She then looked at her calendar and I could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears as the little wheels turned. She looked at me, eyes wide, and said, “So, the sleepover is on May eighth?” Why, yes. That kind of comment by her still amazes me.
Yesterday we were driving home from a playdate and talking about, yes, the sleepover. She was musing about how she is going to pack Charlotte, her American Girl Doll, and all of her various accessories. By the way, this news was not a surprise to me.
Then I reminded her that this was not, in fact, her first sleepover.
“Don’t you remember, Gracie, that you slept at James’s house, actually two times, when you were five?”
“Oh, mummy, yes, I do. But that’s just because you forgot me.”
“What?”
“Yes, you forgot to come and get me. That’s okay. But I know that.”
Ummm … no. But I’m ready to pick up my gold medal any time now.