Punky and I spent two straight hours coloring our hearts out last night. After a long day at work, and a tiring fifth day of daycare, it was nice to have some downtime to relax. Coloring is almost mesmerizing; it's easy to lose yourself entirely in back-and-forth crayon strokes.
Aside from an occasional comment about the picture she was coloring, or the color she was going to use next, or a random song lyric here and there, we mostly colored in silence...lost in our own thoughts.
Out of the blue, I heard Punky say something like "Keeevvviiinnnn..." in a sweet, adoring, sing-songy way.
"Kevin? Did you just say Kevin?" I asked.
"Yeeaahhhh..." she replied in the same sweet tone.
"Who's Kevin?"
"A boy!" she said and smiled ear to ear.
"Is Kevin a boy at school?"
"Yeeaahhhh... Sooooo cute!" she chirped.
I smacked my forehead in disbelief. Five days of daycare and she's already crushing on a boy. Great...
So, when I picked her up tonight, I couldn't help but ask the teacher if there is a Kevin in the class.
"Kevin?" she asked, "No, no Kevin, but we have a Gavin."
"Oh, that's probably who she was talking about..."
"She adores Gavin," the teacher added, "He's only twelve weeks old and she always runs over to his bassinet and tells us he's soooo cute!"
Whew.
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