Tact and the Daycarista
"Darcy, my father made this for me!" Arthur chirrups. The boys are playing with a toolbox filled with toy tools, many of which are handmade from wood. Arthur's father, you see, is a carpenter as well as a contractor.
"My father made this for me!" Arthur is pleased and proud. Darcy leans over the block he is "sawing". "My father made this for me!" Arthur repeats.
"Uh-huh," Darcy nods.
Evidently Darcy's response is lacking the requisite enthusiasm. Arthur looks up at me. "Mary, tell Darcy that my father made this for me."
"You've already told him three times, bud. I'm sure he knows."
Not good enough. Arthur tries again. "Darcy, my father made this for me!"
Darcy just looks at Arthur. He said "uh-huh". What more does this kid want? I decide to see if I can reassure Arthur that he has indeed been heard.
"Darcy, do you know who made this for Arthur?" I ask.
Darcy gives me a long, steady, "are you kidding me?" look. "His father made it."
"See, Arthur? Darcy knows."
"Darcy, my father made this for me! Did you know that my father made this for me?"
Tonight, I will tell Arthur's dad, "Arthur is so proud of that toolbox you made for him, he just can't say enough about it!"