The weirdest statement I've ever typed. Swear.
We play almost every day on "the hill" outside of school for at least thirty minutes, sometimes an hour. "The Hill" is really a giant drainage ditch with two very scary drainpipes that look like they might swallow a small child, but regardless, we play with a group of "hill friends" that we've amassed since the beginning of the year. Some come and go, and then there are a group of us regulars. I digress.
My daughter has a tree. In this drainage ditch, in a pathetic attempt at "beautification," the school district has planted a number of scraggly trees. Well, maybe in the spring they won't look so bad, but right now they look like a bunch of tumbleweeds on sticks. So my daughter has adopted one of these trees. She used to do tree school for the other children, but when she got too bossy and her older brother outed her as having some false information, she was discredited and tree school was disbanded.
Now, she and one friend have adopted this tree. She collects shiny things to hang on it. She keeps it warm by hanging her jacket and other trash on the branches. She defends it against attackers (read her brother and any other used-to-be-friends-until-she-got-all-weird-about-this-tree) and brushes it with a toothbrush that a dentist who visited the school gave her. When it's time to leave, she gathers up all her things off the tree and puts them in her backpack for the next day. Her backpack is getting heavy with things for "Tree." Oh, and she named it. Tree. I know, the creativity just astounds me, too.
So now that she has hugged her first tree, I wonder what's next. Birkenstocks? Or just a professional Christmas Tree Decorator. Stay Tuned. Because I am.