Courtney recently learned about what makes something a collection. She does seem to be a bit "off" on her definition however. She goes into the backyard [oh, let me correct myself here, the small patch of overgrowth that sits up on a hill behind our driveway] and picks a bunch of leaves. She calls this her collection of weeds. Ok, doesn't sound that bad right? Until I start hearing statements like this...1. "Mama, check out my weed."
2. "No, Matt, this is my weed!"
3. "I need to hide my weed so Matt doesn't get it."
4. "Oh, I'll keep my weed in this shoebox."
5. "Don't tell Dad about my weed, I want to surprise him."
6. "Mama! Where's my weed? I can't find my weed."
7. "Hey Dad, wanna see what's in my shoebox...WEED!!!"
