Much of the day has been spent decluttering my HORRENDOUSLY CLUTTERED living room. We're talking clutter so bad that I was entirely too embarrassed to even photograph it so my wonderful readers reader could be aghast with horror. It.was.that.bad.
Anyway, as I began on this huge endeavor, I enlisted the help of my oldest child. (She was trying very hard to get out of naptime today, so manual labor was her only out) When I explained to her that we were bagging up toys to give to children who didn't have toys, she seemed to really get it.
I beamed with pride as she brought me a ball and said, "Mommy, let's put this in the bag to give to children who don't have any balls to play with." Wow, what a great sense of giving I have instilled in my child!
Before I could break my arm patting myself on the back, she burst my bubble with this follow up comment. "That ball is Ailey's and she doesn't need it anymore." I see. Apparently, it's ok to donate her sister's toys, but she wasn't about to give up her own stuff. I guess I have instilled Robin Hood syndrome upon this child. Oh well, they say charity starts at home!
