Wool Over Eyes: Pulled

I picked up both girls from daycare yesterday and was chatting with our provider about a few things, just the normal rundown of how they ate, napped, etc. The conversation shortly took an interesting turn into this “new thing” that Bea has started doing.

Provider: So, Bea only had one bottle this morning. Actually, not very much was from the bottle because she has been doing so well lately by drinking the milk from the sippy cup.

Me: (Blank stare and then eyes turn into the size of golf balls, lots of white showing.) Oh?

Provider: Yes. She’s doing so great.

Me: My Beatrice? (Because you see, I secretly thought there was another child there by that same name when I already know ALL eight names of the children getting care there. Was there another Bea I didn’t know about hidden away somewhere?)

Provider: Yes, and it was so funny at lunch today because she finished it and set it down on Z’s tray in her triumph.

Me: (Laughing quietly.) That’s so funny, because at home she knows the difference, will take one sip, and immediately tell Josh or me that it needs to be “agua” instead. How long has this been going on?

Provider: Pretty much all week.

Me: You’re kidding.

Provider: No.

Me: Huh. (Completely baffled)

That kid got the devil look from me yesterday. Why is it that she doesn’t do it at home when we attempt it? It’s because she knows. She’s got us trained. That’s it. This weekend we are trying. And, in case you are wondering, I never did a full blown attempt to get her off of the bottles. But now, it’s on!