We have become a family of bucket fillers, or dippers, depending on the moment.
I discovered this fact a few days ago, when my 2-year-old ripped a Barbie out of her 5-year-old sister’s hand. “Nooooo, Jane!” cried Georgia. “You’re dipping into my bucket.”
That was one I hadn’t heard before.
The next day, Georgia brought home a sheet with a picture of a bucket she’d colored in and explained h…
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