They say kids are sponges. I guess so.
Jen gave Olivia a huge stash of stickers she found in the bowels of her shelves during a big clean up. Olivia's been going to town using them up and playing with them.
She proudly walked into the kitchen with an old plastic pencil box we had bought her. "Look, Mommy! This is my sticker casket."
"Your what?" I said in amazement.
"My sticker casket," she said. "It holds all my stickers."
"What's a casket?" I asked.
"I don't know. I just made it up," she answered.
But she does know, because a casket is a box for holding things. In modern times, the things it holds are often dead people. A casket is a rectangle; a coffin has six sides like what you see in the old Dracula movies.
Olivia sat on the side to happily play in oblivion with her sticker casket. I looked at Claus. "That's all you, Buddy, if she turns out to be the weirdest one in her class."