Note made to one’s self while cleaning out pockets before doing laundry: beat into Bee’s head that while she is the sweetest little almost-five-year-old I have ever known, she really doesn’t have to share with me alllll the time.
A few weeks ago, Bee announced when we came home that she had saved part of her snack for me. Goldfish! With not a little trepidation, I asked her where they were. “In my pocket!” she happily announced. My face must have fallen because she continued. “I wrapped them up in a paper towel so you would haf a napkin. Sometimes they’re messy, Mom.” Yes, yes they are. Like, say, when they’ve been stuffed in the jeans pockets of an active pre-schooler. Sigh. I thanked her profusely, told her they were probably very crumbly, and threw them out when she wasn’t looking. (Hey, she says she understands, but when she sees Mom throw out her offering, I’m pretty sure not so much understanding is really gonna be going on.)
Fast-forward to this morning. Emptying pockets. And as I put my hand into one of Bee’s pockets, I felt a suspicious pile of crumbs. I gingerly removed my fingers and then emptied it over a trash-bag. Goldfish remains. Sigh. God, I love that girl, but sometimes you really can share too much.
March 27, 2011 at 1:27 pm |
Awww, that Bee is so sweet!
March 27, 2011 at 5:50 pm |
I was going to say exactly what Mary said!
March 27, 2011 at 6:31 pm |
You are raising a very kind sharing child. I thought for sure you were going to say you had her hives though.