Saturday mornings

Saturdays usually involve me spending a lot of time shoveling putting the accumulated mess of the week into various boxes, (garbage) bags, drawers, and closets. This process is called cleaning.

Sometimes a closet has been "cleaned" so full that there is no room to put anything else into it. So I'll find a few things that need to go in the garbage, or to Goodwill, and make a bit more space to clean with.

One of today's Goodwill finds was Samantha's Halloween costume from 2004. As soon as she saw it, she wanted to put it on.

"No Samantha, that won't fit you anymore."
"Why?"
"Because you were a little baby when you wore that."
"I'm still a little baby."
"No, you're my baby, but you're not a little baby. You were 2 then, now you're almost 4."
"But I want to wear it."
"No Samantha, that won't fit you anymore."
(Start conversation at line 2 again.)

This went on for the full time it took me to sort thru the jackets, shoes, and vacume cleaners - and Halloween costumes - that were crowding the front closet. About the 6th time thru the conversation, I'd had enough.
"NO! You are not going to fit in that costume. Enough!"
The flash of determination in her eyes was a scary thing.
"Ok mommy." One sly hand scoops up the costume, and back the hall to her bedroom she goes.

I was just grateful not to be reliving the "I want to wear" it conversation, so I let it - and her - go.

Five minutes later, she comes out of her room. "Look Mom! It DOES fit!".



I have no idea how she squeezed herself into this thing all by herself. But she's very proud of herself for having done so.