End of the rainbow

(Pre-Script: This post will make you think about your priorities when paired with the song, "Little Wonders," #52 on the playlist. Please go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...) (...still waiting...)

Natalie likes to carry around a plastic box which contains colorful plastic jewelry. She calls it her Pot of Gold. If I forget, and call it her treasure, she corrects me thusly: "It's not called 'treasure,' it's my Pot of Gold." I tell her that she is my treasure. I tell her that she is my pot of gold. She usually reacts to this information by singing a song she's just made up.
Do you know what Natalie would do if she had an actual pot of gold? She wouldn't be able to lift it, and it's monetary value would mean nothing to her. She would not care for it at all. At the age of 3 years, 3 months, real money in the real world means nothing yet. To her, this plastic play thing that contains more plastic play things IS a pot of gold, worth more than all the gold in the world.
(For her world is very small; it does not yet contain the Entire World.)

-XOXO,