When I dropped Allie off at daycare this morning, her teacher, Ms. Anne Marie, said, "Allie is so funny. She was absolutely WILD yesterday!" As I began to fill with pride in anticipation of yet another hilariously-cute Allie story, Ms. Anne Marie conveyed to me the first of several accounts that would quickly replace my pride with that unique sort of embarrasment that only mothers know. She started by telling me that Allie had crawled over to baby Charlie, snatched a toy right out of his hand, and then scuttled back across the room with it. "Then," Ms. Anne Marie continued, "as soon as Allie got to the other side of the room, she spotted Coleman playing with a different interesting-looking toy. She immediately discarded the toy she had just stolen from Charlie and quickly crawled over to snatch the toy away from Coleman!" To my horror, Ms. Anne Marie told me Allie eventually did this to all the babies in the room!
Ms. Anne Marie also commented on what a fast crawler Allie is, compared to her chunkier male classmates -explaining to me that the poor babies often didn't even have time to process what had just happened to them. One minute they were playing contentedly with their toy, and then poof! The toy was gone. I could just picture Allie cackling gleefully as she scurried away with her stolen loot, leaving her victim in the dust staring in confusion at his now-empty little fist.
Ms. Anne Marie went on to let me know that when Allie was transitioning into her class from Ms. June's class, Ms. June had informed her, "Allie will be your best baby. She always has a smile and she never cries." Then Ms. Anne Marie joked, "I don't know who Ms. June was talking about; because this is not the same sweet little girl!"
And it didn't end there! Anne Marie added that they always have to keep a close eye on the door when people come and go; because if they don't, Allie will make a quick and calculated escape -- especially if Allie sees the buggy in the hall (she looooves riding in the buggy). And she conveyed this information in a way that made it clear they don't have this problem with any of the other babies.
It sounds like Allie has gone from being the favorite baby to being the nuisance baby. Ms. Anne Marie was laughing the whole time she told me these stories; but still! I found myself filled with worry that mine will be the little hellion child; and that all the daycare workers will be whispering about my pitiful lack of parenting skills.
I asked Ms. Anne Marie, "In your experience, what does this tell you about the type of toddler she's going to be?" She just laughed and said, "Just wait until she's 2. You're going to have a handful."
*Sigh* The salad days are over I guess.
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