Abigail & I were at Target several weeks ago.  We walked back out to the parking lot after spending the gross domestic product of a small country (have I mentioned that Abigail has become something of a fashionista…shopping with her these days is a grand adventure).  I buckled her into her car seat and she started hollering….”Mama, mama…looooooooooook!!! On the ground!  There’s trash!”  Sure enough, someone had dropped several empty drink cups, a few empty pizza boxes, and what might have been a pretzel wrapper.  Abigail’s face took on a look of concern.  “Oh, Mama!  Someone threw their trash on the ground….they GLITTERED!”.

Do you think she spends too much time crafting with me?