I recently finished reading Snow Flower and the Secret Fan and one thing Lily talks about is the different stages in a woman's life. "Daughter Days," "Hair-Pinning Days," and "Rice-and-Salt Days" are some examples. I have firmly decided that for Kyle, these are the "Sand Days" - we could start a desert with the sand that comes home with that boy each day when the weather turns warm. Sand in his hair, sand in his shoes and sand in his pockets. Our nightly ritual upon returning home involves dumping out shoes, shaking out hair and washing hands. It was only tonight that I realized I needed to add "remove pants and empty all pockets" to that list - and that was only after a pound of sand was left on my sofa.
Of course I will admit that while emptying the assorted pockets on his carpenter jeans (why so many pockets?) I realized I needed to treasure these "Sand Days" as soon they would give way to the "You are not the boss of me" days.
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I had "Ripped Jeans" and "Broken Glasses" days when I was a kid. My mother would nearly faint every time I came home with a rip in the knee of my newest jeans, or yet another broken bow on my glasses.
At least sand is inexpensive! haha
Hey I had the "Broken Glasses" days, too, Melissa! And the "I will only eat Skippy Peanut butter" days. And the "I'm embarrassed by my family" days. "Phone permentantly attached to my head" days, "live in my rollerskates" days. This is too much fun!
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