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So I left a napping Silas at home with Matt and took Olive with me to pay my debts. And we just happened to get there right as the weekly story time for 3-5 year olds was starting. Before I could even get my bearings I was being ushered into the story time room by the librarian (who was playing a red ukelele.)
I have to admit, one of the reasons I had never voluntarily taken Olive to story time was that I had no idea how she would respond or interact. While she loves stories and reading, she rather despises singing and dancing with me. Or maybe she just hates it when I sing and dance. That must be it, because she LOVED story time. She was perfectly behaved and sang and danced with all the other kids and had a ball and I was one proud mommy.
Actually, I was the only proud mommy. I was literally like the only mother in the room, as the rest of the children were accompanied by dads (or male nannies?) It was a little strange.
So before I close, I have to share this clip because I loved it.
I, along with most of the rest of the world, LOVE her. :)