We had another whirlwind day today. I was at work until five, then drove to the Y (stopping off at the grocer's) to meet Momma H who was waiting with LittleN outside of M's dance class. So, it was bathtime before I realized she was wearing some foreign hair adornment. This is nothing new. She has been coming home with traded gifts/headbands/schoolwork since day one of pre-K. Usually she is pretty savvy and does not
trade but merely accepts other girl's gifts. I'm not sure precisely how this plays out, but she still has friends so she musn't be a bully.
In her stocking for Christmas this year, M got a nice rhinestone Hello Kitty headband. It came from Southpark and was not cheap, but Santa decided she really needed to have it. Since I know what Santa spent on a 5 yo's headband, I was especially neurotic that she would give this one away.
So, bathtime tonight I notice the contraband flimsy plastic polka dot headband and unfamiliar clip in her hair and ask, knowing answer, "Honey, where did you get that?"
"From MK."
"The clip. too?"
"No, that is from C."
"Did you trade, or did they give it to you?"
"Um"
"What did you give them?"
"Not both of them, just MK"
"Gave them what? (head whips around to her hair supply stash)"
"My Christmas one."
I was really annoyed when I heard this. I had made a point of telling her I knew Santa spent a lot of money on it and she needed to keep it for herself. It's not enough to lose jackets and stain clothes, she has to give her nice new things away, too!"
When she saw how frustrated and unhappy I was about her decision she reacted instantaneously with such honesty and truth:
"But Mom, I love my friend more than my headband."Out of the mouth's of babes...