thinking of windows
the world blurred through dirty glass
my childhood solace
My 5 year old daughter has the job of “putting the shoes nicely”. When I first told her to do this, I explained, “Put the shoes nicely,” while in a rush and nothing more.
Since then, she’s been going about finding shoes that have been randomly left throughout the house– by the door, in the middle of the front room, under the kitchen table, and puts them so that they are side by side; left shoe on the left, right shoe on the right. The only problem here is, she leaves them exactly where they were.
Instead of having random shoes strewn about, we now have nicely placed shoes in odd places.
I haven’t had the heart to tell her the shoes should be taken to the place I’ve designated shoes are to be left. Maybe I liked the quirkiness of shoes nicely placed throughout the house, or maybe I simply decided it wasn’t worth the time.
Today, though, I let her know that “putting the shoes nicely” meant you also put them by the door where they should be.
“They don’t look nice there!”
And you know, I can’t really argue with that.