Collections

This year David has turned into something of a collector. He saves leaves, rocks, wishbones, feathers, and the pieces of a broken ceramic piggy bank in a large glass jar in his room. I'm not a fan of his "collection," but as long has it stays in the jar, I couldn't care less.

He also collects Pokemon cards (even though he has no idea what to do with them and his parents are even more clueless) and has tried several times to start an ice cube collection in his bedroom (with watery results).

Not surprisingly, Mary tried to join the collecting bandwagon.

Yesterday Greg was trimming Mary's toenails. Then and there, Mary decided she wanted to start a toenail trimmings collection. She cried that she wanted to keep the trimmings, wailing, "But I need them for my toenail collection! I NEED THEM FOR MY COLLECTION."

Gross.

No, she doesn't have a toenail collection. Sometimes you just gotta be a mean parent and, heaven forbid, put your daughter's toenail clippings in the trash.

Maybe we'll give her some Pokemon cards.