This week I had my last day taking care of the twins. I've been with them a few hours a week for nearly two years, since they were chubby faced toddlers. It's always sad to say goodbye to the little ones I spend so much time with. It's an occupational hazard. But, inevitably, they grow up and start their school life. These boys are particularly amazing. Their curiosity is insatiable, and it's been a pleasure to teach them pretty much everything I can think of. Many an afternoon is spent asking for the make and model of the cars we pass on our walks. They can point to nearly any country on the globe. They know the planets and their moons. Did I mention they're 3? They're also tender little sweethearts who notice when I get a new scarf and compliment my pedicure.
Last week, they came to our place for the first time. After a little mac and cheese on the balcony, we took a walk down to the harbor to feed the ducks while we checked out the boats and lighthouses. They'd never been before, so they had all sorts of questions about it. "Is a goose a duck?" "Why does Joe have to work to earn money?" "Is this dock our boat?" I'm going to miss these guys a little extra.
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