December 13, 2013. Ridgeland, Mississippi. Children.

Children do the oddest things.   Right after Thanksgiving,  we bought the Christmas tree at Andrew and Christina's home and we all helped decorate it.   First Christina put on the lights, then the ladies put on the decorations, with the fragile objects at the top, where Molly can not reach them.  We had a jolly, festive time.  Ever since then, Molly has been rearranging the decorations.     I have no clue why she does it, but she must have a grand plan.  I have noted that she has taken the decorations from the front of the tree around to the back.  She is the only person who can squeeze in behind the tree, but bit by bit, she is taking her favorites to a place where no one else can get them.

This evening after dinner,  Christina, Andrew, Mary Frances, Ken and I were sitting chatting in the living room.  Kate was baby sitting down the street.  Molly was singing Christmas Carols at the top of her lungs, one after another, totally oblivious that we could hear.   She does know every verse of every carol.   When I finally got up to get my purse to leave, I discovered that she was busily moving decorations around the tree, except now she was returning them to the front.  She must have a reason for her actions but she is not telling.  Children do the oddest things, but to them it seems normal.   But to a grandmother, it is interesting.