What is it that appeals to kids about collecting things? ANY things. I doesn’t seem to matter in this house. If there is more than one…it’s a “collection”.
We’ve had rock collections, shell collections, and flower collections. There was a brief moment in time when Savannah “collected” scraps of paper. VERY BRIEF! We even had a group of ladybugs come in from the cold only to meet their demise on the dining room window sill. That was their “bug collection”.
Today Emery ran up to me all excited and says, “Mommy…come to my baf-room and see my collection!!!” I cannot emphasize strongly enough how much mom’s of little boys do not want to hear something like that.
This what I saw:
He was so stinkin’ proud of his starlight mint collection. There was a gleam in his eye, but you can’t see it here.
And if there’s one thing I’ve learned after 6 years of parenting, it would be…just don’t ask questions. I mean really. A mint collection? Unwrapped mints? In the bathroom? Leaving little, sticky red circles on the white marble top? Why oh why, Son?
But ya know, he was just tickled pink beside himself about that row peppermints. He kept counting them over and over, and then lining them up again. He popped one in his mouth with a satisfied “Mmmmmm…” I wondered if he’d allow me the priviledge of sucking on one too. He agreed, as long as I took our picture.
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