Here's a sample. They all go a little something like this:
When I was uploading the photos, girl child comes along and says, "Oh, you found my textures of the house series."
I have no idea when she does these things. Sometimes, when I'm busy on the computer or making supper or reading to boy child or reading to myself, I hear her feet pattering around, her breathing intent with purpose and I know she's up to something. I try not to pay attention because I know that what she's doing is probably something creative that will, first, bug me because it will involve cutting up my fabric or duct taping things to my walls and, second, is not probably not actually really destructive or dangerous because she's a got a good head on her shoulders. I don't want to interrupt her flow and I believe that whatever inconveniences she creates for me for a brief moment of time is well worth it. Big picture wise. I hope.
That said, a few hundred pictures was quite a bit of camera time I completely failed to notice. Ironic, since her pictures are all about noticing.
Again, she reminds me, first, that a little benign neglect is necessary for children to develop creatively and, second, to check that the batteries are not entirely drained before I head out to her brother's awards ceremony.
