There is a theory in early childhood education studies that the slow pace of children is intended to teach parents to have more patience (I totally just made that up). At least that’s why I believe a Piper landed in our family. She moves at her own pace. That pace alternates between hummingbird and sloth. There’s nothing in between. If there is a cupcake involved, she’s speedy. If there is a chore assigned, her legs suddenly have cramps and she can hardly move a muscle. She also operates a bit like the dog in Up who is constantly distracted by Squirrel!
At lunch after church yesterday, Piper was distracted by Tiles! We were at a diner and the floor was one of those old-fashioned black and white patterned numbers. Piper decided she could only step on the black tiles for the entire mile long route to the restroom. Her tile selection meant she had to weave in and out of aisles, hopping gingerly from foot to foot and waving her arms in the air for balance. You’d think it might annoy the other patrons, but a Piper is so darn cute that people just smile and pat her like she’s an adorable puppy. Because I was afraid that her bladder may not match her tile concentration, I suggested several times that we hurry up a bit more. She ignored me. I suggested picking up the pace slightly more vehemently. Piper stood her ground on the lone black tile, crossed her arms over her chest, and said, “Mom, I don’t do fast.” Unless, of course, she wants to.