A couple of days ago, the girls were playing outside and, in a moment of opportunity, they decided they would plant flowers. This is the way they carried out their plan. There was a large pot filled with dirt next to the doorway of the apartment – the plot originally housed some type of tree or greenery that my mother-in-law had yet again purchased for us and we had yet again neglected it unto death. The pot no longer housed any greenery, but merely existed as an inert inanimate object, which they girls interpreted as their opportunity. They took some of the dirt and placed it in cups and claimed to have planted seeds within the dirt. At some point, Samantha picked up these cups and spread the dirt all over the front porch. Well, this resulted in all kinds of unforeseeable messes until Emily could take it no longer. This morning, in a spontaneous frenzy of activity, Emily quickly brushed up all the dirt from the front porch. She did this while the girls were waiting in the car to be transported to their appropriate destinations. This afternoon when Anastasia and Emily came home, Anastasia noticed that the front porch was clean and she said: “the porch is clean. Who did this?
I replied, “Mama.”
“With powers,” I explained.
“Mama doesn’t have powers,” she insisted. Continue reading