The Girl has some new furniture. She asked me to help; I did, for a while. But I resisted as well. Not because I wanted to do something else. I thought that at her age, she might get more out of doing a lot of it herself — a sense of accomplishment is a valuable feeling.
Tonight, she worked on the drawers to her desk. In fact, she completed them. And the rest of the desk, as a matter of fact.
I did what I do probably too much: I photographed the event. As she gets older, the Girl is less thrilled with my photographic attention.
Which, given this generation’s obsession with selfies, strikes me as a little odd.