Tiny Treasure
Last night after his "graduation" we took Angel to dinner at his place of choice--Red Lobster. How ghetto fabulous is it that we celebrated this semi-momentous occasion with a trip to the neighborhood chain restaurant?
Anyway, he has been talking about eating lobster for months so we indulged him. I ordered the Lobster Lover's Feast (more food than 3 people should eat in one meal) and shared with him. He liked it for the most part, but was much more interested in which pieces of shell he could take home. We allowed him to take one small claw home, which I was ever so happy to discover this morning when I opened my purse. Ewww. It is now in “a special place so I won’t lose it.”
He has collected so many of these kinds of treasures—interesting rocks, twigs and leaves, broken hair clips, wrappers, labels—that the top of his toy box looks like the bottom of a garbage can. I know this is all part of being a kid and it is really quite charming, like the butterfly wings (the body had been picked out and eaten by a bird) that we found and he keeps carefully nestled in small box with cotton batting. But the piles of disintegrating debris will be furtively tossed without a word. I’ve learned from my past mistakes. Once I tried to reason with him and explain that some of his treasures were getting ratty and had become “trash.” The resulting scream would have made you think he was undergoing some sort of anesthesia free dental surgery. “That is NOT TRASH!! I want to keep that leaf forever!!” Okay, okay, you can keep the leaf ---for now. The leaf was trashed a few days later while he was playing with Play-Doh in another room and hasn’t been mentioned since.
1 Comments:
I think it's GREAT that Angel wanted lobster. I wouldn't TOUCH a lobster NOW, and certainly not at age 4. Way to raise an open-minded kid!
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