Those of you who know Meg won't be much surprised that she has a bit of an Achievement Complex. She loves to have a list - she will unfailingly get it all done, with a grin. (But she HAS to have the list, written down. She needs to see the items get checked off or she won't do them.)
She is remarkably mature for 9, in my opinion. Now and then, when James is gone, I will start to run over to the store or post office and then suddenly realize that I can't leave her alone to babysit the two younger ones. Actually, I think I probably could, which is why I so often forget.... (But, NO, Dad, if you are reading this, I haven't left her alone and I won't. This year. Whatever she thinks.)
Monday night, she was excited that I had bought the groceries for one of her favorite meals, Chicken Caesar Salad. She announced after school that she wanted to make dinner. By that, she mean it. She is an Achiever, remember. She will accomplish anything she sets her mind to, but she wants it done in a manner that leaves no doubt as to where the accolades should go.
But, I wasn't complaining. I had some paperwork to finish up after a difficult day with Helen, so I went up to my office and left her to it. When I checked back in an hour, she reported with a smile, "Mom, I washed the dishes, wiped the counters, and swept the floor. I have washed and dried all of the lettuce and am just about to chop it for the salad. Will you supervise me at the stove soon so I can cook the chicken?" Boy, a few more days like that and I will feel guilty not putting her on the family payroll.
Dinner was very good, by the way.
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