For a kid who attends nursery school just twice a week, my daughter carts home A LOT of "artwork." Excuse the quotes, but I'm not one of those parents who sees a budding Monet or Dali in their kid's scribblings. I love that she has fun dabbling, but I'm not kidding myself. Her real genius is in her ball-handling skills. Hello, Beckham, I'm waiting for your call.
OK, with my track record for falling up the stairs more time than I can count, she's probably not going to play for the RedBulls anytime soon either. Sigh.
Do I still have to keep every piece of blue construction paper with one sticker in the middle of it? Last week, she came home with a sheet covered in stickers that said "Grace" on them. Her name isn't Grace. Another kid had been sharing her personalized sticker collection. I'm glad there are good little sharers in nursery school, but in 20 years, she's just going to ask me why the hell the teacher sent home the wrong kid's paper (and why did I keep it?).
So I've started weeding through the collection. For every "family portrait," that features a giant little girl and a teeny tiny daddy, I chuck a hunk of Elmer's glue slathered in glitter. When I discover a sippy cup of milk has leaked all over a watercolor masterpiece, I whip it into the garbage before anyone finds me out. So far, she hasn't missed a thing, and every time I show up at the school door, she's got another picture to share with me.
Am I pissing on her memories? Or just being realistic about the size of my refrigerator?
Image: ClutterControlFreak
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