I created a temporary art installation on my living room floor yesterday afternoon when I so bravely folded the load of laundry Alexander so proudly threw into the wash all by himself. I called it: "Why Do Little Boys Even Have Pockets?"
I think every pocket on every pair of pants he wore was crinkly—stuffed full of wrappers. I had a whole pile of trash by the time I finished: fruit snacks wrappers, granola bar wrappers, fig bar wrappers, fruit-by-the-foot, beef jerky wrappers, cheese stick wrappers...
And one non-crinkly tissue.
It was fun to see what snacks the neighbours have on hand. Not all those snacks originated in our house and...that's alright. Just this afternoon the boys (like, all the boys in the neighbourhood) were sitting in our yard drinking Danimal yogurt smoothies from our garage fridge.
Evidently milkshakes really do bring all the boys to the yard.
Granted, our neighbourhood is girl-heavy, so there weren't that many boys out to begin with.
But still—there they were...in the yard drinking...milkshakes...more or less.
The kids often find ways to share with their friends. One time little Zoey scraped her knee and instead of going to her house for a bandaid, my Zoë (known in the neighbourhood as "big Zoë") carried her down to our house to get a Frozen bandaid because Zoey's house only had Mickey bandaids...or something ridiculous like that.
Both Zoey's mom and I found that pretty funny (because taking Zoey to Zoey's house for a bandaid would have been way more convenient, considering where they'd been playing and how steep our driveway is...)
Anyway, like I said, we're just happy to know that Alexander isn't littering.
(And I have sympathy for my own mother—because I 100% remember stuffing my coat pockets so full of wrappers (from recess snacks) that it wasn't even funny! We had trash cans around. I don't really know what my problem was. Those pockets are just so handy! ...It's probably fair turnabout that I should be the one to now wade through piles of pocket garbage.)
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