Mr. Cartigan called me over to the bathroom with that something-very-cute-has-happened-and-as-a-parent-you-need-to-see-it tone of voice. When I peeked, I saw the vignette pictured above.
“Oh.” I said flatly. “Is that cute?” I’d seen it earlier and all I could think was ‘Thanks a lot girls, for another random mess for me to sort out. As if I didn’t have anything else to do. Or five other piles of little things you’ve collected from other parts of the house and then left. I can’t wait to re-sort your clip collection.’
“It’s totally cute!” he assured me.
“Huh… Really?” I’d seen the girls hovering over this collection earlier, working on it together very congenially.
“…Okay.” I walked slump-shouldered to grab my phone and take a picture.
I had to take his word for it.
A day later, when I was feeling less overwhelmed, I asked the girls about it.
“We had to take all our clips down to count them!” They said cheerfully.
“Oh?” Said I.
They have 23 clips, according to R. I’m not sure what the lip gloss counts towards.
Now I can sort of see it. It was a little easier to see after Mr. Cartigan graciously put all the clips away for me. (Really we should have had the girls do that but give me a break people, this stuff is exhausting.)
And so I leave it to you, dear readers, to determine for yourselves if barrette collecting on the commode is indeed the stuff cuteness is made of.