Several weekends ago we had a young family of THREE over for a dinner of tacos, salads and dessert. The father is American, the mother is Ukrainian, we know them from Ukraine. The three year old kept asking her mother in Russian to go home, she was bored because there weren’t any playmates for her. She had had a full day with face painting and playing with other children. Finally, she resigned herself to sitting in our kitchen with heavy heart and was seemingly riveted to our toaster. I had to get a photo of her showing such surrendered patience to her parents’ will to stay and visit.
Life can be rough for a 3 y.o.
Nov 26, 2007, 6:23 PM 4