Labeling, Grammie Style

In the quest for a cleaner home, consolidating... I've come to the realization, with a tiny kitchen, assigning colors for cups, giving little people ownership of said cup, will seriously cut down on our dish load. So mom, you were onto a good idea there. Hope this gives you that sense of credit and appreciation due you. In my defense, I must add: "When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man (in my case, a woman), I put childish ways behind me." 1 Corinthians 13:11

I may have made mention of her seemingly neurotic need to label and color code us a time or twenty growing up. Well, I didn't know anyone else who did it, and so thoroughly too! Classic childhood reasoning.

I have remained unimpressed in spite my children's awe of Grammies wielding of The Engraver, permanently marking their toothbrushes, the requests for labeling from the kids themselves. Resistance is futile. I have been assimilated! I had to slowly arrive here, seeing loads of cups going through the washing cycle, and never having enough. Not at the engraver level, but color coding, labeling your Tupperware when you bring it to church....

It bears mentioning that I was returned once by an adult using my bracelet, the evidence of my uncoolness. My first day of kindergarten I went home with a new friend, Veronica. Call first? No one ever told me to call if I stopped at a friends house to play.

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