Kangatopia

The moments are streaming by.  Last night I tried hard to remember my oldest daughter at the age of 2, or even 3.  She’s 5 now, and so incredibly beautiful.  Also, a little bit of a clepto – but even while I gently assured her that taking things that don’t belong to her is wrong, I had to give her credit for stowing the bits of the teacher’s unwanted colored chalk in her tights.  When she tearfully exclaimed that she didn’t know how they arrived there, I very quietly whispered that not telling the truth will not win her very many points either.  I could not punish her.  Hopefully, she will realize and understand these things before she is truly shamed.

My youngest daughter now habitually wears a red plastic digital watch on her left arm which has a vaguely accurate display of the time.  She really has no idea if the time is correct, nor does she care about the time at all really.  She appreciates it for what it is, and loves it more because it came from a Trix cereal box and has all the branding splashed over it.  She sleeps with it.  She would shower with it, but I showed her how I remove my watch when I shower – though I don’t always remember to take it off before I go to bed.