Five Year Old

Last week when I was picking little Miss Haana from her montessori school, she and her buddy Navya could hardly bear to part for the evening. They were hugging each other, making plans for a sleepover that night.

Both Navya's mother and I intervened citing that it was a weeknight, and hardly an appropriate evening for a sleepover. Now of course I think the little girl is way too little for sleepovers anyway - but I rely on other arguments instead. Also, I should confess, I have these sweet visions of me being part of her sleepovers anyway!. My friends do not fail to tell me they find me crazy.

Nevertheless, little Miss Haana and her friend grudgingly parted for the evening and we headed home.

The following weekend, suddenly the little girl asked- "Where's Navya? Is she not coming to my house?". I remembered the painful separation a few evenings back. I said, I don't have her phone number, does she know where we live?

Miss Haana replied with resounding confidence, "Yes!"

And then added, "She knows because she's five year old. You know? She has a five year old brain. So she knows what my address is".

Now it's entirely possible that there are times when laughter is not the best medicine; and maybe I should not laugh at my little girl, but I laughed and laughed!!