Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Tribulations of the a.m. drop off

Got the following email from Not So Angry Husband this morning (only slightly edited by me; kids' names are indicated with first initial and random hyphens):

Strange morning. He was fine in the car, but when we pulled in [to the daycare parking lot], he started saying something I couldn’t quite understand: “coppa... coppa... coppa...”

I told him I didn’t understand, and I started to unbuckle him. “Daddy... coppa... coppa...”

Me: "Grampa? Copper?" (as I lift him out of the car)

AB: "Coppa! Coppa!" (as he starts to cry a little)

Me: "Cowpa? Want me to put you down?"

AB: "Coppa! ... Mehmuhbuhdah (shriek) coppa!!!!" (starts to cry a lot, not consoled by the presence of G----- and Z------)

Me: "Cup o’joe? COPPA, the federal act regulating Internet registration for kids under 13?" (picking up the pace and waving quickly to the cleaning lady at the door, [whom he usually flirts with every morning and who always smiles back])

AB: "No, Daddy! (shriek, pause to look at cleaning lady who’s waving with concern) COPPAA!!!" (kicks me and changes from words to shrieks)

Me: "Coppa?" (sprinting through the lobby and opting for the side door, mistakenly thinking the echo will be quieter)

(AB shrieks, kicks his feet and cries)

Me: "Want to see your friends?" (tapping in the keypad code so quickly that I messed it up at first and had to wait for it to reset)

(AB shrieks and kicks a little more. We get in the door, I take a few steps in and crouch with him.)

[Lovely daycare worker #1]: "What’s wrong, [Angry Boy]?"

D-----: "[Angry Boy]’s crying."

AB (calming slightly but slowly): "DADDY! … Dad-dy …"

[LDW #1]: "Daddy’s right there!"

Me: "I have no idea what’s upset him this morning."

AB slowly calmed down and went into that post-cry sniffle that’s both pathetic and cute. He held on tight and patted me on the shoulder. I asked if he wanted to go into his room, and he didn’t respond.

By the time we got through the gate, he was fine. He went straight to a puzzle and danced a little to the music that was playing. N---- was dancing a lot, S--- was happily showing me toys, W------ was happy with his dad and the new kid E---- was sitting on [Lovely Daycare Worker #2]'s lap. He slowly took pieces out of an animal puzzle. I asked him to identify a couple of the animals, which he did with a bit of enthusiasm. I got a nice "bye-bye, Daddy" and decided to get out before I pushed my luck any more.


(And no, I didn’t actually ask him if he was referring to COPPA regulations, but it did cross my mind.)

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I don't envy his morning.


Anonymous pottyphobe said...

he he he... I love it.

4:32 PM, July 13, 2005  
Blogger liz said...

Ugh. I hate mornings like that.

4:47 PM, July 13, 2005  
Blogger Piece of Work said...

very cute post, though I'm dying to know (as I'm sure you are) what does "Coppa" mean??

9:40 PM, July 13, 2005  
Blogger kenju said...

Maybe he will forget all about it, or maybe he will say it again and you will figure it out. Isn't it frustrating?! But it is sooooo worth it in the long run.

8:01 AM, July 14, 2005  
Blogger Running2Ks said...

Maybe he saw a cop? Maybe daddy got a ticket? Ah, I don't know either. My 2 1/2 year old pulls that a lot too.

9:59 AM, July 14, 2005  
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