Dear Laney,
Tex says that you have a more packed social calendar than people 20 times your age. He ain't lying.
Today, we were invited to Miss Tracy's daughter JoJo's 4th birthday party, so we headed up to your school for the big shin-dig. Like everything else she does, Tracy ran this party like a Swiss watch. With German precision. Insert your own European efficiency stereotype here, and it will probably work.
Hello. Musical Chairs. Open Presents. Pizza. Cake. Goody Bag. Goodbye. 90 minutes later, we were out of there.
One of the side benefits of attending this party was that I got to talk to your teachers about what you're like when you're away at school. I learned that when lunch time rolls around, you like to remind everyone that it's time to eat by going to the shelf next to the kitchen and pulling out all the plates. And when it comes to lunch, you "can really put it away."
I noticed that when all of the other kids were crowding around for some kind of noisy activity or other assorted mayhem, you were off in your own space, folding a towel or rolling a car on the table. Tracy says, "That's a baby with her own agenda." Back in the late '70s as I recall, that was called, "Does not play well with others." It's nice to know that the childcare establishment is a little more loosey goosey about that kind of thing these days.
You know what I think is cute? For a "time out" area, Tracy has The Crabby Chair. I don't think you've spent any time in The Crabby Chair, but your dad says there are certain people who are in it almost every time he picks you up.
Last week, Tracy got two new puppies who hang out behind a gate when school is in session. Tracy says you like to spend a lot of time sitting at the gate, staring at the puppies. The closest you come to getting in trouble is when you think the puppies don't have enough to do, so you start throwing toys over the gate for them to play with: plastic trucks, train tracks, etc.
We're going to call this day a winner: A good report card and free cake!
Happy birthday, JoJo!
Love,
Mom
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