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Broken Glass.
Oct. 11th, 2010 12:30 pmWhen we moved into our new place one of the cupboards was full of drinking glasses. Me, being my overly frugal self (hey, part of my job is to be the home economist around here, after all), washed the glasses and added them to our motley collection.
Two of them were a pink toned glass, and since they were distinct and fairly large I started using them as my night water glass. Eventually they went the way of all things fragile in our house, and broke.
C mourned for me. He knew they were the ones I liked to use and when the last one died he was sad I would not have my favorite glass to use any more. A few weeks later we found a shard of the pink glass I had missed during clean up. C insisted I take pictures so I could always remember the pretty glass.
By this point in life, I've realized how futile it is to argue with my four year old. So here it is.
Two of them were a pink toned glass, and since they were distinct and fairly large I started using them as my night water glass. Eventually they went the way of all things fragile in our house, and broke.
C mourned for me. He knew they were the ones I liked to use and when the last one died he was sad I would not have my favorite glass to use any more. A few weeks later we found a shard of the pink glass I had missed during clean up. C insisted I take pictures so I could always remember the pretty glass.
By this point in life, I've realized how futile it is to argue with my four year old. So here it is.
