Schoo, Schoo, Schoo

Yesterday Ruth and I dropped Sam off at school. As we were pulling away, Ruth keep saying, “Schoo, schoo, schoo.”
So I asked her, “Ruth, do you want to go to school?”
“Nooooo,” she said.
“Oh, you want to be with Leyda?” (Leyda is her babysitter every morning while I work.)
“Nooooo,” she said.
Feeling good about myself, I asked… “Oh, you want to be with Mommy??"
“Nooooo,” she said, not feeling so good about myself now.
“What is it that you want to do, Ruth?” I asked.
“PLAY!!!!”
I love it! Forever our simplest, greatest desire - just to play!