Back in February of this year, Taylor got engaged on the bus.
She and “T” have been growing in their fondness for each other since then. Taylor talks about him all the time.
During football season, Taylor declared that she like Carolina AND Clemson because T liked Clemson. We definitely need to work on this!
Last week, she said that she was going to marry T and another little boy whom we’ll call “C”. Even though we try to tell her that she can’t marry two people, she keeps insisting. But I think T is still her favorite of her future husbands.
Later last week, she was talking about how “E” was wrestling with her, and T pulled him off and told him to leave her alone. Her own little knight in shining armor.
It’s funny that whenever I pick her up she is running around playing rough with the boys much more often than she is playing with the quiet girls putting together puzzles or playing with the dollhouse. At first, Russ thought this was great – preferring a rough and tumble girl to a prissy girl – until he realized that this extra time spent with boys meant she was spending more time with boys, and T in particular.
She missed that last 2.5 days of school because of a mystery fever, and has been asking to see her friends each day. Today, I finally let her go visit when we picked Caleb up. She walked into the room, and “T” was the first one to run over to her to say hello. I could tell that they were both really excited to see see each other. He told her all about the day they had been having.
Then they had a little spat. Taylor said that she got the plates for their class Christmas party (we got Christmas plates today for another party and she got it confused). He corrected her and said, “No, I’m bringing the plates for the party. You must be bringing something else.” It was hilarious because it totally could have been a married couple arguing over a miscommunication about who was supposed to buy the plates.
But after the brief preschool spat, I told Taylor that it was time to go. T gave her a big hug, even picking her up off the ground. As we were leaving, he yelled out, “Your dress is really cute”
When we got into the hallway, Taylor smiled slyly, giggled, and recapped, “T said my dress was cute.”
And with every story about T, Russ’ heart breaks just a little.