Two of my three children are so very similar to me that it gives me pause when their actions take me by surprise.
Last week, for example, I took Youngest to our local library for the summer reading program kick-off event. She was super excited to attend, partly because the children's area had been under renovation and that night was the big reveal, partly because she would be checking out more books, and partly because there was a free T-shirt and cotton candy involved.
We arrived at the designated start time, which included a science show by some dude dressed up as a mad scientist. I thought it looked pretty cute, and Youngest said she wanted to attend, so we climbed the stairs to the designated meeting room. Then we hit a wall of people. She immediately wanted to leave.
I cajoled her into at least entering the room and seeing if any of her friends were there before giving up. At this point, I was still confident she was my child but didn't really understand why she wanted to leave. I have never had a real aversion to crowds if it means there is an event to behold.
We finally got into the room after about 10 minutes of standing in line. Youngest crossed to the other side, walked down the aisle to the back of the room and exited out the second door. Suddenly the Earth shifted, and I wasn't sure of anything anymore.
See Wednesday's Times Sentinel for the full story.