Forgotten Daddy

I brought my daughter to the park on Sunday in hopes of spending an afternoon playing together. About four seconds after we arrived, she had introduced herself to three kids and two adults, including this introduction:

“Hi, Moms. My name is Clara.”

She’s so much like her mother in this regard.

She spent the next hour playing with these kids and ignoring me and her baby brother completely. At one point, they all declared themselves too tired to continue playing and in need of a break.

For about five minutes, they all sat down on a bench and chatted before leaping off and running around again. 

As much as I wanted to play with her myself, I loved this moment. My daughter (in yellow), sitting with her three new playmates, talking about their pets and their favorite playgrounds.