This morning, Katrina babysat for my cousin's kids (my cousin just had knee surgery and has four kids, so she just needed someone to be there to run after the littlest one while she rested). I asked her what they did, and she said, "We played the game Life." I was all, "Um...with the 2-year-old?" and she said, "Well. He spun for everyone, and he moved the cars, and i let him make some decisions...." It was her first babysitting job for not-Zane. Yay!
This afternoon, the kids all brought up their boxes full of memory/sentimental stuff and papers from school (report cards, artwork, stories they've written, etc.) so that we could put all of the stuff from the past year into them. I have a box into which we throw anything that might want to be kept, and then once or twice a year i empty it and give each kid the things that belong to them, and they decide what they want to keep and we throw the rest away.
Back when i was in charge of the boxes, i had everything organized so that pre-school stuff was on the bottom, then kindergarten, first grade, etc. It was a good system, because the papers don't usually say on them, "This is from second grade." As soon as i let the kids be in charge of their own boxes, however, that all fell apart. They love to take everything out to look at it and laugh at it and reminisce, and then they just haphazardly throw everything back in when they're finished. Which...fine. It's their stuff. I'm glad they enjoy it.
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