The tea, however, is not to be, as Rosie rushes into the kitchen clamoring “I wantsweeties, Mommy.”“Now, Rosie,” her mother wearily replies, “you have had so many sweeties today, pleasedon’t ask for more. Really you have had quite enough candy already today.”“But I want it,” whines Rosie.“Darling, please don’t start. Your teeth will fall out from all the candy you eat.
Please just listen to Mommy this time.
”“No!” Rosie screams and throws herself on the floor.“Okay, fine then. Have it but stop that awful noise,” Mom says, handing Rosie a packetof jellybeans. “Mommy’s not happy about this,” she adds as Rosie crams a handful into her mouth.Mom turns to me. “Tomorrow I’m going to have to leave you to it. I’m so sorry, but Ireally do have to go back to work.” She actually looks quite pleased at the prospect—not sorry atall. “Will you be okay with them?” she asks me.“Of course, we will be just fine,” I assure her.The doorbell rings. “That will be Jack and Ella!” Mom says, “They are here for a playdate. Rosie and Ben,
play nicely today!”“Does Rosie have an afternoon nap?” I inquire, as I watch the two-year-old rub her eyesand stifle a yawn.“Oh no. It’s too much of an effort to convince her that she is tired so I gave up trying.Sometimes they nod off when they are playing,” Mom informs me.The afternoon quickly descends into chaos. Ben, as it turns out, is more interested inwatching a video than in playing with Jack. Jack becomes upset when he realizes Ben isn’t going