When you have a six year old child, things can be challenging. To say the least. There are days that are so incredibly frustrating that I find myself wondering what it might have been like to just have a goldfish instead of kids. But overall, kids are a good thing, and in particular there are times when that same child who had you pulling your hair out suddenly sweeps in and does something so cute and sweet that you are overwhelmed with how cute and sweet they are with their cute and sweet ways (okay, sorry).

We’ve been watching a lot of Christmas stuff around here, of course. Rudolph, Frosty, Shrek the Halls, Caillou’s Holiday Movie, so on and so forth. The other night we were watching Rudolph and when they arrived at the Island of Misfit Toys I told Hayley I didn’t understand why some of the toys were unwanted. In particular, as a child I was always smitten with the little elephant, the white one with pink polka dots. I always wanted one for myself but it was only a movie and back then they didn’t make eight billion dolls and action figures based on movie characters.

Shortly after the movie ended, Hayley disappeared. She emerged eventually with a drawing she had done.

She told me that she couldn’t get me the real elephant but she drew one for me instead.

Funny, but I couldn’t remember any of the things that had frustrated me that day after she handed me that drawing. That’s one that will go in my folder forever.