The Things We Carry
We were getting ready to walk to the park this morning. I told Brian,
"I don't have a key."
"I do!" said Zelma, and disappeared down the hall. She reappeared with her stuffed pink monKEY.
This is the difference between how 35 year-olds think and how 1 3/4 year olds think. I hate to leave the house without my house key. She hates to leave the house without a favorite stuffed animal. Naturally, she heard "I don't have a monkey", as I left the house empty handed. In her world, it is a travesty to leave the house without a monkey.
How thoughtful of her! I carried Pink Monkey to the park with us.
The picture is a few months old. (We don't need winter coats here anymore, even in Wisconsin.)