MissH is a Virgo, and Virgos are supposed to be very orderly, neat, tidy, almost OCD about cleaning. Our friends have a Virgo who was born two weeks before MissH and I’ve honestly seen her pick up puzzle pieces that her sister has dumped out and she puts them all away before moving on to something else.
Alas, as you can see by this picture, MissH has not picked up on her astrological traits yet. Sigh. It has since been cleaned but it never lasts long.
I think MissH got her occasions and the cause for them just a little mixed up. The other day one of her nails was sort of broken, so she pulled it off. She then cradled it gently and carefully in the palm of her hand and walked over to me.
“Look Mommy! I have a nail! I’ll keep it. I’ll put it under my pillow and Santa will give me some money.”
Um, no.
Maybe it’s the same confusion that is currently causing her to walk around the living room in nothing but a pair of underwear and a winter hat.
Totally out of the blue, as we were both lying on the floor playing with foam letters, MissH looked at me and said, “When I grow up, I want to go in Los Angeles.”
Well, okay then. It’s always good to have plans!