Work has been rather tough lately, and today I found myself rushing out of work to make it to the day care by 6 to get Lilly. I had thought I would leave right around 5, but then the phone rang and I got stuck in a long and heated conversation. Kendra called on my cell to say Lil looked a little tired and bummed to be one of the last kids there when she was getting Jackson...and man was she right.
They were playing outside on the playground and had just come in when I got there. The big fat tears were still on her hot little red cheek when she saw me and gave me a big hug. They had come inside through the 4 year old classroom (both the 3s and 4s open to the "big kid" playground and later in the afternoon/evening, the 3s teachers are gone and the 4s teachers oversee the combined group), and apparently got really upset. I can only imagine what she thought...man I haven't even been in the 3s a week and now this?!?!? Are these folks out of their minds?? Anyway...she was worn out and very happy to see me.
I asked her if she wanted to go home and have dinner or go out to dinner, and she very quickly said she wanted to go to the local diner for dinner. Now - this diner is OLD SCHOOL. It is an old airstream diner that has been the greasy spoon there for so many decades that my grandfather used to eat there when he was working here...and he retired about 40 years ago (and passed away 12 years ago). I think the diner has been there since the 40s (it fed the folks building the ships for WWII at the local shipyard). Anyway...Lilly and I were one of only 2 customers, so they were making a big fuss over her. She got to watch the chef cook her hot dog, etc and loved it. He was very nice to her and gave her a lollypop. AND THEN HE SAID IT. HE THOUGHT I WAS THE GRANDMOTHER. GRANDMOTHER?!?!?!?!?!? I know I didn't have her when I was in my early 20s, but I am not soooo far off the mark here. Mid 3os! GRANDMOTHER?!?!?!?!? Hmmmm......