Lately, the kids have been bringing stuff to school and leaving everything to fall into the Lost and Found. Little Millie has had some big-eyed Leopard end up there every morning for the past four days, so I finally instituted a patriarchal decree and seized the leopard to take to work, and eventually back home.
I tried to explain to the girls for the umpteenth time, that bringing toys to "school" was frown upon, that they lose a lot of their stuff that way, and, with a huge barrel of ponies at the daycare, they should set up a game or war using them.
Lesson of Maja #14: Daddy, we can't have a war here. It's breakfast time!
It's not quite no fighting in the war room, but I'll take it.
And since I haven't numbered the last couple of Maja's lessons, and I fear that this phase could be disappearing (at least in this form), let me list lessons #11-13 that hadn't been numbered here.
#11: "The house is on fire and Mommy needs to go to Mexico." Overheard a while back while playing pretend outside. Given that the girl's current favorite Scooby Doo is a movie based in Mexico, this doesn't seem as surprising as it was when they first said this.
#12: "Anyone dressed like Darth Vader is a scary guy."
#13: "It's a rule of God that there should be cake at weddings and parties and balls. That's why he made cake." Maja's got a nice non-demononational version of the Old Testament God that she developed. I kind of like it. Since my parenting style is certainly NOT New Testament in theme, I can understand how she developed that. And since I haven't done so recently, thanks God, for cake.
And the leopard? It's under safe supervision before being transferred back to the wilds of the kids' playroom.
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