Today, Carter chose to go to the children's museum. I had proposed the zoo, but was shot down immediately, as usual. It used to be that to go to the children's museum, I had to drive 30 minutes or so to get to either one of the two locations. If this were still the case, I would have pulled "parental imminent domain" as I like to say, and insisted on the zoo. This menagerie is much closer and therefore, daddy is happy.
Hark! A new little children's museum has opened not five minutes from our humble abode. Well this makes Mr. Imminent Domain very happy. It is nice too, because it is a fairly small space and the children are somewhat containable. Somewhat.
Carter goes off and does her own thing, which is fine with me because she needs to develop independence, makes friends and all of that other stuff kids have to do to avoid costly therapy later in life. The Reidster, on the other hand, is unstoppable. He goes wherever his little 18 month-old heart desires and he cares not that daddy has to follow his every whim hither and yon.
Now, being a DOE licensed "child supervisor", I feel that I have to actually, you know, supervise. I mean, I spent six years in college and am currently using none of it professionally, so I might as well pretend I am supervising the kids keep the little ones in check.
After I have found and lassoed the Reidster (for 2.8 seconds at a time), I feel that it is in my best interest to strategically place myself in some sort of position to keep an eye out for Carter. This does not work at all. Luckily, she is a good kid and will eventually come and extricate me from under a table as I reach for the little man of the house.
This truly exhausts me. This could be because of a few reasons:
1. My horrible state of physical conditioning.
2. Having been up early early this morning to a crying Reidster.
3. His incredible speed that makes Mr. Bolt of olympic fame look like a snail.
4. My laziness.
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