It’s not a term I would use to describe my oldest daughter. I would only use that term if I’m describing what Campbell literally wanted to be.
Last weekend, it was clean up time at our house. I mean a real, put everything where it belongs not where it’s convenient, kind of clean up. Campbell’s room was a mess. Clothes and toys everywhere. She’d prefer to shove the toys under her bed and put the clothes in the dirty clothes hamper, dirty or not. That wasn’t going to cut it this time.
I showed her where to put everything and told her to come and get me when she was done so I could inspect. There would be no playing until it was finished. The first inspection yielded clothes under the dresser, clothes hanging out the drawers and toys in the corner. Try again.
The second inspection revealed the toys were put away, but that’s it. What was she thinking? I told her to stop wasting my time.
Upon the third inspection, the clothes were completely in the dresser with the drawers closed and the clothes were put away from under the dresser.
But then I noticed a wad of clothes under her desk in the corner. I asked her what’s the deal with these? I got the typical kid response, “I don’t know.” I grab them and what comes rolling out…….but an egg! Not a fake one or a hard boiled one. A real, raw egg she’d taken from the fridge! I said, “late night snack?” Cam said, “no, I was trying to hatch it.”
What have you found in your kid's room?