Girl with a Vision

Yesterday I let Ms. Crazy Preschooler and Gus open one present early, just because. They chose a mysteriously wrapped present from their Auntie Dot that was shaped sort of like a rolled up sleeping bag. It turned out to be the best present to open early . . . she sent them 20 feet of bubble wrap rolled up. We unrolled it in the basement playroom and Ms. Crazy Preschooler jumped crazily for hours on end all day long. She jumped with two feet smashing down on the bubbles. She leaped with one foot. She crawled, walked, rolled; you get the idea. Gus loved the popping sound, alhtough he couldn't quite figure out where it was coming from. I must confess, I did a bit of jumping myself.

Because 20 feet of bubble wrap is longer than the basement playroom, Ms. Crazy Preschooler got the idea that she should hang the plastic up the wall. I said, "Ok, but there really isn't anything to hang the bubble wrap up on the wall to make it stick, honey."

"I have an idea, Mom."

And she trip trapped out of the playroom, into the laundry room and came back with a clothespin. She squeezed the clothespin and fastened it to the bubble wrap, but of course there was no way to hang the clothespin on the wall.

So she trip trapped back out of the playroom, up the stairs and back down and came back in with a piece of cardstock paper from her writing box (when things print awry, I give her my scraps for her writing box). Cardstock is a nice sturdy choice of paper. She clothespinned the bubble wrap to the paper, but of course, that didn't really solve the problem because the paper wouldn't stick to the wall.

"I don't think that's working, Sweetie Pea," I said.

"It's OK mom. I know what to do."

She trip trapped out of the playroom, up the stairs and came down with a wad of poster putty. She stick the paper and the bubble wrap up on the wall with the poster putty, and lo and behold, it stayed.

"See Mom, I can do it myself," stated Ms. Independent Crazy Preschooler.