Stickers

My toddler has discovered stickers. Stickers aren’t new to Jessie, but she’s finally discovered the joy and pleasure that stickers bring. People have been giving Jessie stickers as long as I can remember, but Jessie didn’t care. Jessie would even give them back or just tell the giver no. Now she’ll ask for a sticker. She’ll ask for sticker from people she’s never gotten a sticker from before. She’ll ask for a sticker from people who have no logical reason to give Jessie a sticker. Jessie is all about the sticker now.

I don’t know when the change started. The girls’ pediatrician has a basket of stickers and another of Dum Dums for the children to pick up at check-out. Jessie gets one of each on the way in and out. I think it clicked at Gymboree when the children got stickers after class instead of Gymbo stamps on their hands, feet, and tummies. I am grateful that I have stickers in my letter notebook for when she demanded stickers from me.

A couple days ago, Jessie got a boo-boo. Jessie’s never left a bandage on an owie before. This time we asked her if she’d like a sticker and were able to successfully put a Dora the Explorer Band-Aid on the hurt spot. Good thinking on Daddy’s part.

I was hoping that stickers would work as currency with potty training, but Jessie doesn’t want to sit on the potty even for a sticker. Guess I’ll just give her the stickers I bought for her. I know they’ll make her happy.

I understand the sticker love. I had many photo albums filled with stickers when I was a grade-school girl. My best friend and I would look at each other’s albums and trade stickers back and forth. The puffy stickers were the good ones.

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