Babysitting

Warning. Grand-
child heavy content. We babysat last night. It was kind of last minute, but one of Chrissie's friends was in town and I knew how much she wanted to see her. Papa wanted to watch the NCAA games so I set up a "fort" under the dining room table to let the kids watch a "mobie" on my laptop.

The movie soon wore off on Lexie - no music, nothing pink or purple and too much noise - so she came to show me her stretches. I have no idea what this is supposed to be but it does seem to have a purpose.
She said she needed to finish her stretches by medi-
tating, accom-
panied by the hum "ommmm." She goes to the accelerated preschool at at the University but I'm sure this isn't part of the currculum.
Somehow the meditation moved into a display of her martial arts prowess. She's four years old and I'm scratching my head - where does this stuff come from?! She marches to her own drummer. I guess all kids do.
And just as suddenly as the display began, it ended with a bow and konichiwa . I asked her what that means and she said, "Hello Master." Ian grew up in the Japanese Gardenia, California, and said it actually means, "Good afternoon." Brother's movie was over and it was bedtime.

A story and then lights out, amiable chatter from small children and then suddenly silence. I went up to check on them to find that exhaustion had prevailed. They sleep just as hard as they play.