Ah, 4-year-olds. The unbridled energy. The constant talking. The constant talking. The constant talking.
I love my 4-year-old. I love to pick her up from school and have her run to greet me at the door and throw her arms around me. But as we drive home in the van after I’ve had a long day at work answering questions from the technically challenged woman that has picked the one spot in the office right next to me, all I’d like is to sit and listen to NPR or music (turned down really, really low) or nothing whatsoever.
To quote Dr. Seuss, “… All the Who girls and boys
Would wake bright and early. They’d rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise! Noise! Noise! Noise.”
Am I a Grinch?