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[moominmolly]

SCENE: Two five-year-old girls are walking barefoot and hand-in-hand down a forest path. Natalie is holding a big foam sword in her other hand. I am walking by and eavesdropping from another path.

N: You don't need to be scared! I have THIS! *brandishes sword mightily*
S: ...Is that sword made of plastic?

I love this combination of adventure and skepticism. Neither seemed fazed; it's not like the fact that the sword was a toy stopped it from being their weapon against, you know, whatever they might find.


Later, S (who is not the usual five-year-old S, but rather concrete and entrope's little one) was locked in EPIC MUD BATTLE with N. They were in bathing suits and underwear and covered in splotches of mud and smiling almost-unbearably-huge smiles. It is a tragedy that my camera is still not working, because this might have been the most wonderful thing I've seen in months.


They're all growing up. It's wonderful and difficult and strange; five years ago, I was nursing a baby. Five years from now, she probably won't clamor to sleep in bed with me all night. Right now, I think that she loves nothing so much as independence and adventure, as long as she can still give her mom and dad big muddy hugs while she's doing it.