June 24, 2006
Right choice, I guess
Schuyler had a great time at the amusement park, as everyone figured she would. When I dropped her off at summer camp yesterday morning, I talked to the impossibly young, impossibly pretty and impossibly perky counselor who has been my usual point of contact, and she said that the trip was a huge success and that Schuyler had no problems at all. Most of the staff are sort of gleefully clueless, but this one girl seems to know what's going on and is always polite to me, in a "I'm being nice to you, old man, but please stop looking at my tits" kind of way. I'm not sure why she still bothers after all these weeks, since it clearly isn't working.
That was a joke. Settle down.
When I got home from work and gave her the Big Box of Words back, Schuyler wasn't very communicative about her day. That wasn't a huge surprise. She's still at the stage where answering questions and making very direct statements are what she's most comfortable with. Observations and descriptions are still difficult for her, although every now and then she'll surprise us, like in a restaurant about a month ago when she heard an infant crying in the distance and, without any sort of prompt, used the BBoW to say "Baby sad."
So when I asked her what she did at the amusement park, she sort of struggled for words before finally raising her hand in the air and then swooping it down with a loud noise and a laugh in what was clearly a roller coaster descriptive motion.
Holy crap, is my baby girl riding roller coasters? I'm going to be killing boys and burying their bodies in the alley in no time at all.