Every Friday, more or less, Margaret has a play date with the other M baby, and now the other M baby’s little sister, who is older than Ellie, but not by much.
These playdates are full of noise and excitement, and a few occasional disagreements over the disposition of toys, or Margaret’s desire to hug people who don’t necessarily want to be hugged.*
But last Friday, there was a very sweet moment when they sat on the couch together and read Harold and the Purple Crayon.
It was very sweet.
I do, however, have some issues with the whole plot structure of the book. I don’t think that it teaches children crayon-related responsibility, and since that is what I find most important. I mean, imagination is great, but it doesn’t get the crayon stains out of my new couches, does it?
*Also, since Margaret’s arms come at the other child’s neck level, these abortive hugs are a little strangly, so that’s a problem.
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