There are moments in parenthood when I just shake my head and wonder if when I wasn’t looking my kid ran off and attended art school or something. I mean, doesn’t she NEED me for these things?
Today she was flying around the house in a flurry before we left to run errands, yelling “I just need one more minute!” as she zoomed out of the room with another item tucked under her arm. I was busy gathering diapers and cups, so I wasn’t really paying attention to what she was up to.
Just as we were about to walk out the door, she came bursting out of her room with this dog. On her own she had cut out the pieces, molded them around some balled up socks (for structure), and constructed all the other parts.
“Shep needed a dog friend for his Webkin dog. And he really likes green.”
And with that, she plunked him on the table, got her coat, and headed for the car.