I took Christian garage-saling this past Saturday. He'd received $$ from his grandma and wanted to get something. His sister was at a fair with her piano teacher, working, but still doing something fun. As he was stuck home, i thought that hitting garage sales would be fun for him. The two of them are always pointing them out and asking to go.
So we went. And they were crappy.
We found four lavender placemats at one and, as we always need more, i bought them. At another, we found a book (How Things Work) for Christian. The other five garage sales were wastes.
As we were driving home, i lamented to Christian that we weren't very lucky. He only got a book and i found nothing fun. He pointed out the placemats and i told him that "those are for the house, a home purchase, not a fun-for-me purchase". He said....
"You are the home, maman. Without you, it's just a building."
Aaaaaawwww!
So, the next morning, Alessandra and i are getting ready for church. She is contemplating wearing the dress that she'd worn to school on Thursday (dress-up before the Easter holiday) but didn't want anyone to see her redness on her arms (sun exposure from teh Children's Fair the day before). I told her that i was wearing a dress and i had a scratch down the front of my leg. That i could sympathize with feeling self-conscious but that i wasn't going to let it control what i was going to do. She said......
"But mom.... it's not like anyone is going to be looking at you. No one will notice."
And thus, the difference between my kids.
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