My baby goes to school next year. She is five, so not so much a baby anymore.
But she's my baby.
This term, as with her sister and brother before her, I am allowing her to pick a few activities she'd like us to do together, as it's her last term for 17 years with any type of day off scenario.
Plus, she's my baby and I just can't get my head around how much I'm going to miss her.
And yes, she does drive me bonkers most of the time.
So on Tuesday I said to her, 'darling little child of mine who is going to school next year and who I am putty in the hands of, what would you like to do today?"
I thought she'd say, the zoo, maybe minigolf, perhaps sushi for lunch.
No way. Without a moment of hesitation she said "Rockclimbing".
I said "...."
The older kids immediately went nuts, citing unfairness and too youngness and all sorts of things.
I said "...." some more, wondering if (hoping against hope) I'd misheard.
But I hadn't. Apparently someone from preschool does it "all the time" and talks about it "all the time" and she wants to go. Presumably so she can do the same.
|Fearless. Overconfident. Terrifying.|
Cue raging jealousy from the older kids and the eventual extraction of a promise to take them on a weekend very soon.
|She may have gone higher, but the wall stopped.|
If anyone needs any belaying done, just let me know, I'm your woman. I can belay. And I like the word.
So, for photographic evidence of my 18 kg mini monster climbing to the very top of the wall and then abseiling like a professional to the bottom, please see below, and above. And we are now one week closer to having three kids at school. Which, the way I see it now, is one week closer to the day my heart will break.