“Mommy, do you have any string?”
“I’m sure I do, what kind of string?”
“Um, like yarn. Fat yarn.”
“Yes, I have that. Why don’t you grab your blue yarn, it’s in your room.”
“Well, I want to use that only for finger knitting only.”
“Well, what do you want this yarn for?”
“For wrapping around my toes.”
Remember that? I can remember taking a piece of string and wrapping it methodically around my finger until the tip turned purple. And being warned repeatedly by my mother and father of the folly of this. I even remember tears and panic at not being able to get the string off fast enough when my finger started to hurt.
“Why do you want to do that?” I ask casually, because I can’t for the life of me remember why I did it.
“Because it’s fun.”
“Well, it’s really not good for your body. You could really hurt your toe or your finger by wrapping string or yarn around it.”
I say this, and I know it won’t matter. I’ll find her, sometime soon, wrapping a string too tightly around one of her tiny appendages.
Because this is what kids do.