Gold Medals

A few weeks ago was the first week of spring football practice. There ended up being early practice on Monday…like early in that Rick had to be there at 5.30a. So I had to get the kids ready and drop Carson at daycare and then the plan was to take Mallory to Rick at work, and he’d turn around and take her back to school when school started.

Monday morning was OK – not great, but she did pretty well for Rick at work. His concern is that she would have a temper tantrum about something dumb and he’d have to deal with her screaming during football practice. It didn’t help that it was less than one week post-tornado and our lives were still pretty upside down.

Originally there was early practice only on Monday, but later on Monday Rick let me know that there was early practice on Wednesday too. We decided to try to have her go to Rick’s work again (like we did on Monday) and hope she was good-ish.

Here is our conversation in the car on the way to football, after we dropped Carson at daycare.

STB: So you are going to be good for dad, right? No meltdowns?
MCB (spelling): B-I-G G-I-R-L
STB: So – no meltdowns?
MCB: I’m really good at meltdowns
STB: Yes you are – you’d get a gold medal in the meltdown Olympics
MCB: That’s because i practice. 
STB: You practice meltdowns?
MCB: Yes. if people don’t practice, they wouldn’t get any medals at the meltdown o-o-oplmics (she couldn’t say Olympics).