Have you ever wished you could take a peek into your child's brain? Kind of like that special glimpse you get while spying, unnoticed, into a Sunday school class -- the sweet little pixie doesn't know that she's being watched by her mama. You see how she interacts with others. You see the sweet smiles, the dimpled nod, the bashful sway and you think . . . who on earth is that?
Yesterday we played Bananagrams. Jamie was rather entertained just watching me play. When it comes to word games, I tend to be a tad . . . focused. I wasn't about to let Aidan and Avery distract me from finding every letter for the word "religion" among my tiles. I frantically searched for more words, only vaguely aware that these small people were slowly piecing together their own three letter words.
For a minute I snapped out of it when I realized that Avery was asking for my help. "Mommy? How do you spell badger?" How cute. I glanced over at her tiles. And I got a peek into that little pixie brain. Except for a bit of spelling assistance, this is primarily her work:
Heaven help us.
P.S. I think the accompanying discarded, chewed up piece of gum (a frequent, post Christmas stocking occurrence of late) is the least of my worries.