Some years ago, Mom gave me a box of stuff that is older then me. Little toys, odds and ends, left over game pieces. I remember playing with this stuff for most of my childhood, they played with it for most of Thursday. We sorted things by colors, built little towers and then played marbles. I have no idea how to play marbles, but they didn't seem to mind. (The red on their mouths is from raspberry lemonade, yum.)
Mimi's first day of Nursery was today, she bit two kids and is now called "the biter". I am of course
mortified, but why do we label people? So she bit? It's not like she'll be 17 and biting people as she graduates from High School.
Some years ago, Mom gave me a box of stuff that is older then me. Little toys, odds and ends, left over game pieces. I remember playing with this stuff for most of my childhood, they played with it for most of Thursday. We sorted things by colors, built little towers and then played marbles. I have no idea how to play marbles, but they didn't seem to mind. (The red on their mouths is from raspberry lemonade, yum.)
Mimi's first day of Nursery was today, she bit two kids and is now called "the biter". I am of course mortified, but why do we label people? So she bit? It's not like she'll be 17 and biting people as she graduates from High School.
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