You guys remember that post I just wrote about taking away Margaret’s books and making her very sad because I can’t bear to have books wantonly destroyed?
Well, I was looking through my pictures, and realized that I am a big, enormous, giant, glaring, gaping hypocrite.
Because this was Ellie yesterday afternoon.
Here are my excuses for this cruelty: 1) We have approximately eleventy-billion copies of Corduroy. I do not know how this happened. I bought the board book one, and THAT IS IT. But we have at least 4, so I figured if she destroyed it, it wasn’t a big deal. 2) Ellie is little, and still needs to imprint on books. I believe in encouraging a tactile relationship with said object, so she can learn to love and need them the same way Margaret does. 3) I was sitting right there, and could prevent too much carnage. 4) It was CUTE.
So yes, I am a mean woman whose standards are apparently flexible. But this was adorable, and so I let it happen.