Kalen can dress herself.
In fact she is almost self sufficient.
This dawned on me during the course of my work day. And the more I thought about it, the more it made sense to me.
She has mastered the art of micro popping corn. One more test and she’ll carry an expert level belt in cheesy roll up making. Watching the sociopathic manner in which she stabs her Capri Sun is almost chilling. If her four year old muscle development allowed for a more controlled lift of one gallon of milk… she’d have the preparation of a snack, lunch, and breakfast in her skill set. Were she to learn the existence and subsequently find a way to afford public transit, she’d have a way to and from the grocery store.
The fact is her mother and I are dangerously close to being a veritable non-necessity.
Of course she can’t read fully. And she lacks any smidge of an yearning to clean anything. Aside from having sticky hands after eating something covered in syrup, she’d almost not clean herself. Plus I don’t think she’d have a very good work ethic, therefore her financing the public transportation and grocery shopping would last all of a half day. But the fact is… she CAN dress herself.
This is still the central point to this blog and the proverbial “alley” to my comedic “oop”.
You see… as I mentioned before… this occurred to me while at work. It was hard not think about how well my four year old daughter can put on her clothes while half way through my day I was in process of turning my boxers around the right way.
You don’t know frustration until you have a painfully pressing urge to urinate and in haste you find your “pee” hatch is on the laying in wait on the wrong side of the world in an area it is completely unqualified for.
I’m just lucky that I got out of there with not so much as a piddle mark - J
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