ten minutes into the playdate and all was well.
E, K and playmate of the day hayden were all strapped into the back seat for the ride home.
the mood was (dare i say?) calm.
hayden, previously known to some as a "spirited child", was relaxed and making pleasant conversation.
this was certainly unexpected.
we turned onto one of the main thoroughfares leading home and hayden glanced up. i noticed he was intently studying the houses in the neighborhood as we passed by.
"heeeeyyy... " he began slowly, " i think i remember being here before...."
"do you maybe know someone who lives around here?" i asked, trying to help jog his memory.
"nooooo....." for a moment he looked puzzled.
suddenly his face lit up as he recalled the information he'd been searching for.
"i remember! we used to come here last year....when i was being tamed!"
he said, "when i was being tamed."
and again, " i used to have to get tamed."
( i will pause to offer you a moment of quiet reflection.)
ok. now someone please tell me what the hell this child is talking about and where i can get some of this "taming" in my own life.