Here I am scrubbing unmentionable stuff... on my hands and knees... and the 3 year old reaches over my shoulder. She proudly displays her hands and arms completely covered with sparkling red glitter. "I just love pixie dust, mom." Her genuine wonder of her shimmering arms knocked me off guard.
She saw beauty.
She saw ....pixie dust.
I saw a huge mess most likely involving a glob of glue, possibly on my living room rug.
Then I looked harder and saw the wonder in her eyes.
So we went to the school desk to play some more with the pixie dust.
"what is it, mom?"
"nope, guess again."
"nope, guess again"
"um...a birthday cake?"
"mom, look harder. It's a broken rocket ship."
"oh, I see it now"