Paperwork

And more preschool paperwork: an entire sheet full of questions about allergies, cultural traditions, separation anxiety, etc. I'm marching through it, trying to be honest, brief, and casually humorous (let's admit the juice and candy fixation so the teachers aren't shocked when she's licking tiny shreds of sugar from other children's faces . . .) and then I get to, "What does your child enjoy doing on a daily basis?" Seriously?

I wrote: all art projects (especially involving glitter glue or Play-Doh), riding bikes and running and just being outside, "cooking," dancing, playing dress-up, building towers, and being social with neighbors and friends . . . or something along those lines. All of which is technically true.

But really? Try: tormenting her sister by snatching away anything that she might remotely be crawling towards, picking her nose, sucking on a teething ball that she calls her "paci," foraging around Jemma's highchair for any stray puffs, begging to "go somewhere" a minimum of 42 times before lunch, taking off all her clothes below the waist in order to potty and taking 20 minutes to put them on again backwards, getting things out and distributing them around the house, asking for a treat, and claiming she has to go poop after she's been tucked into bed at night (sometimes for as long as 40 minutes!).

I guess I will keep the real list a secret until I see how much of a sense of humor the teachers have. I suspect they'll see Annie's true personality (the good and the less-than-perfect) after a few weeks with her. Can't wait to see what they think. (Can't wait to see what she does! I think.)

Poor Jemma has a little cold and a fever. She was happy enough today, anyway, until just before dinnertime. The main outcome of this will be that she'll wake up 37 times during the night and cry because she can't suck her fingers while her nose is plugged with snot. I'm planning on "sleeping" in the rocking chair and dosing her with Tylenol every 4 hours. Poor little thing.