Friday, November 15, 2013
Pieces of what we call THINGS belonging to a child intrigue me. When I dumped my grandchild's (KP's) bag I found her treasures.
The white wooden-handled fan was special, it came from a shop in Venice on a very hot afternoon. Her rainbow-colored slinky meant just as much to her as it was given to her by The Juggler. Water, sun screen, and a box of fruit loops are a necessity for her.
What unknown treasure was in the yellow-striped plastic bag I don't know, as too for the little white plastic carrier box.
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