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The little girls and I spent a few hours bringing order to their jumbly bedroom. I patiently helped them sort because all the while this post was taking shape.

TO KEEP...
...a hollow, bottomless, ten inch bamboo stalk known affectionately as The Bottomless Cup of Yang Tsu Tse. A frequently used prop for pretending.

...a rock from Lily.

...a frog bobblehead "for playing with my Barbies or my Littlest Pet Shop or for just making his head bobble all around."
...a vanilla extract bottle, "just because."
...a wire heart-shaped basket "for picking blackberries"
...a pencil wound with a yard of thread with a paper clip attached to the end because, "we use it to pick stuff up with."

TO GIVE AWAY...
...a tangle of bead necklaces
...two Christmas lanterns
...one sparkly purple spandex dress

TO EXCLAIM OVER...
..."It's my bear! My little purple bear that goes with this little shirt! I thought I lost him!"

TO RESCUE AND DISPLAY...
...this pipe cleaner fairy

TO TREASURE...
...a note written on a tiny yellow Post-It. Claire printed,"can we play mrmadse (mermaids) at reses (recess) YES NO." Faith circled YES and underneath she wrote, "if we can sord fight frst."

TO SNEAK INTO THE TRASH...
...these VBS suncatchers

TO RECLAIM...
... the aforementioned flip-flops. Faith caught my surreptitious photo shoot. Rats!
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Alana said…
That is so funny...the treasure they collect are something else, huh?
August 2, 2008 at 10:40 PM
Xandra@Heart-of-Service said…
Oh yes...the sneaking into the trash. Gracie caught me just yesterday when she found her rainbow sunglassess in the trash!

Xandra
August 4, 2008 at 3:49 PM
Julie said…
I remember those days of cleaning out. I only have one daughter now that I have to do that with and she's 11.

When my oldest two were young I would do the "sneak and throw away" game too. I also did the "sneak and put in the garage sale" game. Inevitably they would see one of their stuffed animals that they hadn't touched in months and tell me it was their 'VERY favorite animal. Yea, right!

Sounds like you are having fun... which reminds me, my daughter's shelves are waiting for me to go through.....

Hugs,
Julie
August 9, 2008 at 4:09 PM
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