Child\\\'s Play, Play Child

When I was a little girl, my mom worked in a dental office (well, periodontal office).

On all those random school holidays, we ( = my older sister, younger brother and I) would go along to work with her. There was a special little room we’d camp out in, complete with TV & mini-fridge.

Still, we’d get bored. I remember running through the office, flirtatiously hiding from staff and patients alike. Flying in that dental chair up & down. Up & down. Playing with that gun that shoots air and water.  Cold air & cold water.

In one of those almost-blinding, mind-smacking moments, I was abruptly brought back to those days while we were at Schweiger Vineyards this past weekend.

It happened when the young Schweiger daughter, Christina, nonchalantly walked through the barrel room/tasting room (with kitty in tow in that classic kid-about-strangling-the-dear-so-patient-animal way).

She walked right past us, so casually, incidentally, and went directly into the case storage area and climbed up at least five stacks of case boxes. 

In case you can’t picture that, five stacked case boxes is quite high. Probably about 5 feet or so. High for a kiddo who’s 3 feet high.

Right at that moment, I think I said: “What a cool place for a kid to play.” And I meant it.

How cool.