Since a became a mom, I find myself saying all kinds of things I never thought I'd utter. One day when I came home from work, I was talking to Claus at the kitchen counter, while Olivia was playing in the living room. She came running up to him and handed him some toy, frustrated. "Daddy, I can't do this!"
It was clear he had been playing with her before I came home, so this was like a conversation already started. He simply accepted the item and started fussing with it while continuing to talk to me. I, however, stopped when I noticed what he was doing.
"Why are you tying a skirt onto a corn cob?" I quizzed.
He had just finished knotting the wrap skirt (apparently borrowed from Barbie) and handed the plastic food back to Olivia, and casually answered, "Oh, all the vegetables have clothes. And some are tired, so they're taking a nap on the sofa."
I walked over to see. Sure enough, half a dozen smartly dressed food items were neatly lined up, some lovingly given a pillow to sleep on.
Of course. Makes perfect sense.
I will not look at vegetables the same. The next day I came home with groceries for soup. I started taking them out of my environmentally-friendly canvas shopping bag and putting them on the counter, when I noticed that I was actually lining them up in a neat row, just as Olivia would like it.
For a moment, I thought about putting some doll clothes on them.
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