Toys. Every toy known to people, or so it appears anyway. Our granddaughters have a playroom at their home which is full of toys, often making it difficult to navigate the floor with all the small pieces under foot. On a recent visit, I enlisted our oldest granddaughter, Sylvie to help me tidy the room so we could play there. She was dressed in a fairy costume.
"Ah man, I hate doing that," she said as she disappeared around the door.
"Five minutes and we'll be able to play in here," I said in my typical Nan fashion. "Come on now. Two of us will have this done in no time."
She appeared, worked for a few minutes, then left again. I continued to sort the items, depositing them in the bins lining the wall. Before long, only a few items remained.
Sylvie reappeared. "I found it," she said. I stopped to watch as she waved a stick with a star on the tip over the room.
"There," she said. "I just have to wave my magic wand and it's all done."
"Excuse me," I said, rather indignantly. I put my arms around Sylvie and tickled her as we sat on the floor.
Magic indeed.
20 comments:
First the work, then the magic.
What a sweet costume! And she's pretty darn adorable, too. :-)
I need one of those magic wands too!
And bless her heart she was right. When she waved that wand the work WAS done.
Just lovely magic.
So true!
She's a treasure, as are all children.
I'll see where she got it.
It was!
So true!
These days, more and more often, I find myself wishing somthing would be done. I'd love to borrow Sylvie's wand.
We could all use one sometimes.
That is too cute.
OMG. How can you argue with THAT! :)
How sweet! :)
She is adorable as is every child.
Can't argue with that logic. You're right.
She has it all figured out when it comes to work.
It is magic! Sarah x
Truly!
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