This morning was a typical week morning. I’m busy getting ready for work and Soso is busy getting ready for school. She even brushes her hair without prompting and puts on a hair band.
We’re in the bathroom, both dressed and ready to go, right? Then she says, “Mommy, you look like you’re getting ready for work.” “I am.” “Who’s going to watch me? Papa?” she asks excitedly. “You’re going to school.” I swear for a second, maybe even just a micro-second, she had a look like, “What’s school?” Then, “Oh, school! OK!”
Mind, you she knew she was going to school last night. She knew she was going to school when she woke up. She knew she was going to school when she got dressed. I used to be called an Asian blond ditz when I was young, but Soso is at a whole new level.