To make the morning even MORE special, the girls got to watch a Christmas "Max & Ruby" while they ate their breakfast. As we watched Ruby helping Max to hang his stocking, then supervising him brushing his teeth and getting to bed on Christmas Eve, I began to wonder why this bossy 7-year-old bunny was in charge of such things.
ME: Julia, where are Max and Ruby's parents?
JULIA: They never have any parents.
ME: Oh, really?
JULIA: Well, maybe their parents are just always LAZY. Because, Mama, I saw a picture on their wall with parents in it, so I guess the parents just must lay upstairs in their bed all day.
Ahh. I see.
Following the tv show, we Rowes piled into the car to take Julia to school. (Ethan drove, of course; don't get too excited. I am not quite driving yet.) Madeleine had her usual sobbing melt-down when it was time for us to leave Julia's school; it's just so unfair, in her eyes, that just as she's getting herself settled with a toy or crafts, we have to yank her up into our arms and leave. In order to distract her from her despair, I picked up a construction paper bell that was in Julia's art pouch and asked her if she wanted to hold it.
ME: Here, look, we need to take home Julia's artwork. Do you want to hold onto it?
MADELEINE: (delighted) YEAH! Daddy, I made this for Julia!
ETHAN: You made it, huh? When did you make that?
MADELEINE: I just made a CHRISTMAS TREE!
Madeleine's Christmas tree. Or Julia's bell. Interpret as you like.
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