Clearly I am not the best person to ask for advice on how to raise your children. But to be fair, I did work in a children’s museum for five years, a daycare for two, and was a nanny for several families. And (almost) all of those kids turned out okay. Or mostly okay. Fine. They’re all still alive. That means something, doesn’t it?
I always thought I’d have about six of my own kids to ruin, but time changed that. Now I can’t even ruin my best friends kids, because they all live so far away. I guess they’ll all have to find other “aunties” to buy them their first beer in high school college. They’ll have to settle for someone else to teach them how to sneak out of their bedroom windows when they want to see their boyfriends besties. And they just will have to buy their own itsy bitsy, teenie weenie, yellow polkadot bikinis. Okay, that, I can do. Thank heaven’s for Amazon.
One of my best friends has a toddler (I’ll give you one guess at her name) that I would love to show the ropes. But since she’s still pretty little, I’ll settle for just teaching her some of the basics. Like how to spell her name. This is very important because when she eventually goes on to become the President of the United States, she will need to know how to spell her name. And then I can say I taught the President how to spell her name. I’m really just hoping for a tax break.
So in honor of Avery, I sewed some letters out of different colored felt and stuffed them with a little stuffing. I printed out her name in big black block letters on some cardstock, and sent her the little kit. My bestie assured me it really helped her. She got the hang of it right away (just like a future President would), and she learned the letters of her name quickly. Gosh my kiddos are the smartest.
