Well that was Accidental

When you live with someone who is five, there are things around, pretty much all the time. They tend to land wherever they are dropped....All kinds of things from Barbies and toy horses to stray socks and cowboy boots.

My morning routine includes coffee, medicine, and walking dogs (before coffee). And picking up things. Oh, and did I mention coffee?

There has been, since Thanksgiving, an ongoing battle for kitchen table space...as in Grandma wants it cleared off and will add that task to the other morning stuff. That bare, red-gold plank surface is so appealing...

Today there was a sort of an elf figure on the table by my meager pile of stuff. Ugh.

I moved it over to the finial on the back of Liz's chair...tied her little hands together around the knob and went about my business. It's a family culture thing anyhow, Becky and I moving Peggy's toys into funny places if she leaves them lying around. There is still a little cowboy in the ornamental corn on the porch that she hasn't noticed yet. Found him out in the yard last fall.

Aunt Lisa, this is the picture you took the other day
when you were trying out the camera....

This time however, little miss morning grumpy pants went to the kitchen for breakfast and went wild with joy.

"She's magic! She's real! She's real!"

She ran through the house telling everyone how her elf moved and was magic...

"And don't touch her! Her magic will go away if you touch her!"

Who knew?

A total, if serendipitous accident.

Anyhow, I guess I have another early morning job......

The McDonald's Alps