Moon Dance
My wife and I did the carpool tango at Marissa’s piano lesson this week.
As usual I picked Claire up at the day care learning center after work, but this time I drove to Marissa’s piano teacher. Chris was there with the minivan. Katie was doing her math homework by the interior dome light while Marissa was inside at her lesson. Chris wanted to meet me there so she could take off to her dentist before the lesson was finished.
While Katie, Claire and I waited for the lesson to be over, Claire announced that she had to go bathroom. As there are no facilities in my car, I grabbed Claire by the arm and knocked on the piano teacher’s front door. She was kind enough to point out the bathroom adjacent to the kitchen at the back of the house before resuming the lesson with Marissa in the front living room.
After Claire did her business, I entered the bathroom, flushed the toilet, pulled up her pants up and helped her wash her hands. These three things, as yet, are not part of her regular bathroom routine.
After her hands were dried, Claire tore across the kitchen linoleum and darted up the center hall to the front living room. I chased her from behind. When I caught up with her 10 seconds later, she was two feet from the piano bench watching the piano teacher instructing Marissa.
With her underwear and pants at her ankles.