The Girl has an amazing closet.  A-maz-ing.  And she’s only eight.

The other day, we both were putting away some of her clothes in her closet, but it was mostly me.  I was putting away the freshly laundered items while she was refolding some items she had strewn to the floor.

TG: Mommy, I bet you’re glad I have a big closet now.
Me: It is nice.  I’m happy for you.
TG: I meant I bet you’re glad for you.
Me: What do you mean?
TG: Well, now it’s easier for you to put away my clothes.
Me: Yes, it is easier for me, but I’m excited that it will be easier for you.
TG: What do you mean?
Me: One day you’ll be putting away your own clothes.
TG: I will?
Me: Of course.  Did you think I would be putting away your clothes forever?
TG: I didn’t really think about it.