April 3, 2008

Like Great Grandfather, Like Grandfather, Like Father, Like Daughter

I never know what to expect when I pick up Annie from Dad’s Day Out. Invariably she does not behave the way she would at home. Most notably, she refuses to nap while under their care. I’ve already told you that at home she has been napping for at least three hours a day, but at DDO they are lucky if she goes down for 30 minutes. I was confident that this week would be different and asked the wonderful ladies there to put her in a crib in the “dark room” at 10 a.m. On both Tuesday and Thursday they were met with lonely cries and standing, leading to their inevitable rushing in the get a little more face time with the cutest baby on this planet earth.

This I can live with, especially if like Tuesday she naps for three hours when she gets home. Today though, my wife was met with a little surprise when she went to pick Annie up. You see, Annie loves a certain play table very much, and often stands near it banging various plastic buttons and oversized piano keys. Apparently, she can stand there holding on for most of the day. Today would be a bit different. The other girls in her class decided that they also liked the idea of getting a little standing practice while being stimulated by brightly colored molded plastic.

Now, the rest of the details are hazy, but fisticuffs ensued while my little scrapper fiercely defended her turf. I know not if she ultimately won, but only that she came out of it with a bite mark on her hand. The ladies were diplomatic enough to not tell us who did the biting, but I will definitely be checking their little mouths next Tuesday and taking imprints CSI style so I can compare at home.

A quick food note for you:

I was running late to pick up Annie, because I was droolingly awaiting my Reuben Po’boy from Deli Casino. This is flat out the best sandwich in town, made at the best deli in town. When my wife first took me there a few weeks ago I took one smell of the place and one look at the owner and knew he was from New York. He looked like half of my father’s family. The situation required my asking a total stranger where he hailed from. Turns out Sam George is not only a terrific guy, but a native New Yorker. I will have to make up for lost time and eat there as much as possible over the next few months. If for no other reason, parting will be such sweet sorrow.


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