Five year olds are weird

When David was little he used to take his marbles to school in a Crown Royal bag. At his last birthday he received a bottle of Crown Royal inside its purple bag and we discussed the slight inappropriateness of a child taking this bag to school. So what does David do with this bag after removing the alcohol? He gives it to our 5-year old son. Jackson's not big into marbles, but he does like animals. Instead of storing his small, plastic animals inside, he crams into it a large, stuffed dog. Lily is the dog's name and the Crown Royal bag became her new sleeping bag. This was all kind of cute until I realized that Jackson sleeps with Lily every night and now Lily would be snoozing alongside my son in a tossed out booze bag. Eventually Lily must have gotten tired of the old whiskey sack because she only slept inside of it for a few nights. At this point the bag was elevated to the level of Jackson's other stuffed animals who shared his bed at night. There it lay, the empty sack, next to Lily and my sleeping boy. This was far more unsettling than using it as a marble tote.


Just the other night Jackson came to me, beaming with pride that he was able to stuff Lily, Flower the other dog, and Violet the lizard all into the sack. He took them to bed this way. Apparently they were all going to have one big slumber party inside.