Patience (and the lack thereof)

Friday night during dinner I told Fiona we were going to go to the doctor on Saturday morning. She was so excited about going that she insisted she wanted to go to the doctor now. We explained that the doctor was closed, but she became so insistent that I wound up declaring that I was Dr. Daddy and that I was going to check out her boo boos (an approach that seemed to do the trick).

On Sunday morning I told her that after we went to the playground we were going to go to Fatty's (her favorite restaurant) for Mother's Day brunch. After about fifteen minutes at the playground (she normally plays there for at least an hour), Fiona started insisting that she wanted to leave to go to Fatty's. I had to tell her that if she wanted to leave we'd have to go home first, because Fatty's doesn't even open up until 11.

On Sunday afternoon rolled she spoke to Nana on the phone and Nana asked her if she remembered the pool in San Diego. Fiona started talking about the elephants, since she remembers the elephants at the zoo, and then annonced that she wanted to go to the zoo now to see the elephants. We knew enough not to tell her that she would go to San Diego soon (we aren't going until July); after the past two days, we may not even want to tell her she's going until we get on the plane.