noted on Fri, 13 Aug 2004
Lemonade
So I was working in my home office, and got a phone call from my wife (who called from the kitchen - we have 2 phone lines now) asking if I could just pop down for a couple of minutes in a couple of minutes. “Sure,” I said, and came down the stairs.
Turns out that I was the first customer for my daughter’s lemonade stand. What I saw was my daughter sitting primly behind a small table, a poster with some yellow scribbles approximating the shape of a lemon, a pitcher of ‘lemonade’ (it was actually water) and some cups.
She asked me which cup I wanted, then proceeded to ignore my choice and pick a different cup, and poured the lemonade into it.
After enjoying my drink, I found out that almost everything about the setup was both my daughter’s idea and creation - she set up the furniture, got the cups, told mommy what to put in the pitcher, and made and fastened the poster to the table.
Watching her play pretend on a scale like that is going to be fun.