Avery is at work with me today. She is making a royal mess. It’s a fact. She has destroyed the back room (although I just picked it all up) and she moved on to the front counter.
I asked her repeatedly to move her money (play) and crayons to the back of the store. No luck.
Then a customer walked in.
“Mom! A customer!”
“Avery, please move your stuff from the counter, we have a customer.”
“That’s ok Mom, I’m not afraid of humans anymore.”
Glad she cleared that one up for me. I never would have known.
Next thing she’ll be telling me she is going to take a year off preschool to “find herself” aboard the Starship Enterprise.
Live Long and Prosper.