While she was eating breakfast this morning, I sprang my great idea on her. “How about we go into the games closet, find a few of your animals, and wrap them in a pretty bag?” She was completely horrified by the idea of giving a classmate an old, used, and probably broken toy. “A pack of crackers?” I hesitantly suggested. Her less than thrilled expression gave me my answer. I told her and Devin that I would be back. I tore through the scrapbooking closet, hoping that I would find an unopened pack of stickers. No luck. I saw a pair of scissors that leave behind a very cool pattern of the paper it cuts. Then I remembered that this is Massachusetts in the year 2010. If Tori brought scissors to school, she would more than likely be hauled off to the principal’s office, labeled a danger to society, and be forced to undergo anger management classes. Plus, knowing Tori, she would probably take the scissors out of her backpack on the bus, pretend she was a shark, and begin chomping kids. I can imagine a child going home and telling his or her mother that a girl on the bus pulled a pair of scissors on her. Yeah – definitely no scissors.
Then I saw it -my beading basket. “How about a backpack charm?” I asked. “YES!” she exclaimed. As Tori and Devin ate their Poptarts at the counter, I sat on the kitchen floor frantically looping headpins and snipping wires. Tori suggested blue, black, and silver beads so that the charm would appeal to both boys and girls.
I finished the charm and held it up for Tori. Her eyes, which are already quite enormous, popped out of her head. She approved. I wrapped the charm and stuck it in her backpack. I didn’t get to eat breakfast or brush my hair, and I was still wearing my pajama pants when I brought Devin to school, but Tori hopped on the school bus a very happy little girl. That’s what it’s about, right?