that is what i call A__’s daily 4pm freak out. not really a freak out, but she loses the ability to concentrate on anything or do anything on her own, or play with me for anything beyond 2 seconds at a time. there’s usually also some whining and crying.
so, at 4pm, we go outside for a walk, or to the park, or anything, just to get out of the house.
today, just before we left, she’d found several one dollar bills that i’d knocked off the table. she wouldn’t let me have them, so we left the house with money clutched in her right hand.
by the time we go to the bottom of the stairs, she’d also claimed my keys, which she clutched in her left hand.
between the keys, the crumpled ones, the very ugly coveralls she wore (look below for the print), and the toddler bed-head/oatmeal coating she was sporting as a hair-do, she looked entirely too much like me on my guilty way to dunkies for some caffeine.