Babysitting
I babysat Laya for an hour while her daddy was getting a hair cut. She walked in a circle around my living room for a bit then told me that she has a lot of toys at her house and I can go and play with her sometimes (probably from seeing that I don’t have any toys – poor me). So I showed her my toy and we took a picture of ourselves using Photo Booth. Then we had a mini-picnic with her snacks and juice. After she spilled on herself a couple times, she said to me that there’s too much juice and that daddy has to drink it first. ”Ohhh!” It was a rare moment of clarity where you realize a 3-year-old had to tell you what to do correctly. So I drank some juice for her dad.
Then we jumped up and down in my living room for while, good thing my neighbor wasn’t home. At her size, she can jump, lie down immediately and then get up to jump again with relative ease, but I couldn’t really follow. She showed me how to do snow angels on my living room floor. Lacking toys, she managed to entertain herself with invisible things which she shared with me and I had to put them back on the stairs (which, I guessed, was her imaginary toy box). She announced that there was gonna be a Chanukah party with dreidels and then packed her bag because we were going to Valentine’s Day. Everything was always spontaneous, imaginary, and never needed any coherent meaning or reason.
I can’t remember anything from when I was three. It must have been fun.