Since it is about to be that time of year, I thought I would let drop a few subtle hints on what Alice might enjoy for Christmas. Her first.
Consider a box of Kleenex. One she can empty, tissue by tissue.
Or some books – on shelf. In alphabetical order, perhaps. That she can knock down, one by one.
Or neat stack of laundry for her to unfold and scatter all over the floor.
That’s kind of her thing.
What slays me is how seriously she takes this.
It’s not play. Not even mischief. It’s an all-out mission.