Another day, another game of Keep or Maybe.
This time in the playroom.
We're making room for holiday booty. Which isn't saying that's the reason for the season.
It's just saying...we gotta make room.
I LOVE doing Keep or Maybe. I delight in exterminating little possessions, but also I love what I find out...
Like this:
The Princess: Mom, The Pixie cannot say "keep" to everything. Even these dumb little things.
You used to say, "keep" to every dumb thing when you were six.
The Princess: Uhgg, well Pixie, when you are my age and The Pearl is little and you're playing Keep Or Maybe, and she's saying "keep" you will understand how I feel right now!
The Pixie: True. And SHE will understand how I feel right now.
Or this little conversation:
Pixie we must clean out this doll bin. There are way too many dolls. It is overflowing.
"Yeah."
Wait a second...what - is - this?
"Oh. That's my slipper."
Good grief. I bet I find the other one in here somewhere.
"Yeah. I bet you do."
Or this one:
OK girls, Keep or maybe?
The Princess: Oh definitely Maybe. Look!
She pulled up the dolls dress and made it do the naked dance (the one all children ages 2-5 do before jammie time), "do-do-do, do-do-duh-do."
Except then I looked at it closely, Oh. My.
The Pixie glanced our way, "Yeah. I tore off her legs and lost half her butt"
There was the moment when The Pixie declared (with a bouncy ball in one cheek and a Pet Shop bird's head in the other), "Look I'm the Pearl."
But the best part of Keep or Maybe is listening to the older girls relive their brief history or in other words, a whole lifetime.
The Pixie: Princess, remember this card?
The Princess: Oh yeah. It's a pretty one from Nana. I think I got one too.
The look at it reverently together.
They both decided it was a Keep and then moved to a roll of half used stickers.
Which they used up, on The Pearl.
Which isn't Keep or Maybe, but another option entirely.