It was a parenting bliss moment.
LP & I were looking at a long 2 hours before dinner at the end of a long, rainy day. I proposed a few projects that she was not into and then she said, “could I use the glue gun?”
I set up the table with the usual supplies (cardboard base to glue things too and a selection of stuff — pompoms, feathers, tongue depressors, small sticks, googly eyes) and plugged in the hot glue gun with the usual safety reminders.
Then I said “I’ll get my book and come back to keep you company.”
And she said, “No thanks, I’ll be independent.”
Music to my ears!