Yes, my daughter who will be two next week has her first stalker, and I couldn’t be prouder! That’s how weird parenting is… you finding yourself prideful over the oddest things.
- OMG my kid can drink out of a cup. Alert the media, I have a genius on my hands.
- OMG my kid can say dog. She’s a future vet and will make me the future proudest Mama.
- OMG my kid moved a stool to the sink to wash her hands. She’s clearly the most independent child alive.
Back to the stalker though, because how cool is that?! I’m gushing with pride.
Last week, I stopped to pick Franny up from school and she was still napping. I went to her classroom to wake her up and found a little boy sitting next to her cot watching her sleep. The little boy, an adorable oafish fella, always follows Franny around and constantly wants to hug her. Kinda cute, but she truly hates it. When I woke her up, she looked up at her stalker and let out a giant sigh. Franny looks like her Dad, but she’s sooooo my kid sometimes.