So part of my mission as Margaret’s mother is to introduce her to ideas that will make her kindergarten teacher tear her hair out in disgust. Also, I think that while her brain is a sponge, I should attempt to saturate it completely. Anyway, one of the things that I say to her is that going up the slide, as opposed to down the slide, is a violation of the social contract.
You know, because it is.
Anyway, yesterday morning, we were waiting at school for the daycare to open – we were early, would you believe it – and Margaret was playing on the structures that are outside the daycare doors. Ellie was wandering around over the floors, because – you know – she can.
And then she went after the slide. This is the first time Ellie has tried to play on the slide, and – since I don’t let her climb up ladders yet – she went at it from the bottom.
Margaret was justifiably worried. “Mommy!” she said, “Ellie’s ‘lating the shocial contrack!”
My work here is done.*
*”Hah,” she said, laughing hollowly. “As if. I have years more work. Humph.” Because, you know, children don’t raise themselves, and honestly if I left Ellie to Margaret, it would probably be kind of bad, really.