The Waiting is the Hardest Part

Tonight we had dinner with the Weitzes, and after an initial bout of shyness, Lucy came around. She sang "The Itsy Bitsy Spider" and "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." She showed off her burgeoning understanding of sentence structure: "Lucy, what is your favorite color?" "My favorite color is red."

She and Andy discussed ice cream preferences. She complimented Megan's necklace. She ate some queso, a nacho, some beans that were "TOO HOT!" then "just rice first, okay?" Then the Mexican food and the novelty of new friends wore off and she began rearranging the furniture (chatting about food and books is not interesting when you are two and half). What is interesting? What is a fabulous bribe that buys you ten more minutes of chatting? And we're back cream.

But then I had to explain the part about the waiting. Patience. Very abstract concepts that Lu repeated as though talking about the waiting would make the time go faster.

"Patient is when you wait."
"I'm gonna wait and then I'm gonna have some ice cream, okay?"
"You still eating, Mama?"

Finally, we walked over to get ice cream. She got pink lemonade. I got vanilla bourbon. She ate all my vanilla bourbon, showing that she not only understands waiting, but also sharing.

While we were eating our ice cream, she announced, "I have to go potty," but then thought better of actually going into the bathroom. Why wait when you can just go in your pants instead?