As we moved through our day, we were invited to meet up with our friend Zoey at Daddy's park.
While the niños played, we couldn't help but notice the young girl almost in tears. Apparently she was dropped off at daycamp, only to find that daycamp never arrived.
She was nine years old, and had an impressive bank of knowledge. In 10 minutes we knew where her grandparents lived, their phone number, her address, all about her neighbors, where her dad worked, etc, etc...
We waited together for her pickup, which happened within the hour.
But the whole situation got me thinking.
"Eva, where do you live?"
"Bufalo."
"What's the number on your house?"
"Seven"
"How do you call Daddy?
"Mommy, Daddy is number three."
We have some work to do.
If this young girl hadn't known all of this info, she would have been stranded the whole day in the park by herself.
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