Caitlan vs Me

I began crushing and throwing away the things I make for fun: an experimental wing design, a model of a fountain, and various other mini-sculptures.

"Dad! What are you doing? Stop wrecking those!"

"Caity, these have to go. They're just doodles. I'll make more if I want to."

"But you'll never make those exact ones again!"

Later, in the kitchen, Caity is throwing out our glassware.

"Caitlan! Stop! What are you doing?"

"Daddy, these are ugly."

"Yes, but they are still good!"

"If you like them so much, you can buy new ugly ones after we have a place to live."

I think I like her priorities better. I save stuff. She saves memories.