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Rosemary’s Toddler

Most kids like toys. Mine? She’s all about the nosegay.

On Sunday we attended a barbeque at our friends’ house. They have a nice situation–lots of rooms, a gym, big pool, state-of-the-art kitchen, sumptuous garden. We spent most of our time in the latter, enjoying one of the last not-too-hot days of late spring. Dogs ran; adults ate; kids swam.

Except for MJ. Declining to join the other children in their canonball run, she instead spent a good portion of the afternoon picking herbs and flowers and stashing them in her pocket. Finally, our ever-attentive host gave her a Zip Loc bag. Into it, MJ poured her mixture of rosemary, mint,  jasmine, and other unidentified leaves.

“Mommy, close this for me.”

Zzzzip. The bag went into her pocket. That night she slept with it.

The next day found her concocting “perfume” with herbs from the bag. I have no idea where she heard of this. God knows I don’t wear scents. Quite the contrary: I’m the one who’ll get up and change her seat on the bus if the woman next to me is wearing even a  dab of Chanel No.5. While muttering “oughtta be a crime” under my breath.

The point is, I certainly never told MJ about perfume. She must’ve picked the whole notion up at school, (along with Disney princesses, yogurt tubes, and “poop breath.” Thanks for that.)  And now here she is, making the stuff at home. For hours!

When she goes to bed, the bag goes in the icebox for safekeeping. Last night MJ woke up in the middle of the night. She was screaming. My husband ran in.

“Daddy, are my herbs in the fridge?”

He fell back asleep, eventually. Then a mockingbird got him. Bad night for Mike.

Anyway. I don’t know. Maybe it’s the lack of electronics. I’m sure if MJ had an ipad such things would hold little interest for her.

As it is? They’re kind of flavor of the month.

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