Since moving to the new house in May, I’ve been checking thrift stores regularly in search of a new dresser for Jeremy. Each boy has a dresser from Ikea, which means it looks great but it’s not built for long-term use by a boy. Plus, as Jeremy’s clothes have gotten bigger, the shallow drawers fell useless.
Finally, with cash in hand, I found an old dresser in good shape at the Habitat ReStore for only $35. Score! It was actually Jeremy who found it tucked away in a corner and he was immediately interested in the large mirror attached to the top of it. After a good cleaning, it was ready to use. Last night, as we were designating drawers for pajamas, shorts, and pants, Jeremy says, “I really like this dresser. It’s very mature.”
This is his new buzz word and I’m using it to my full advantage. He’ll remark, “I think I’m more mature than those kids,” or “I’m excited to turn nine and become more mature.” Of course, I turn that right around when he’s acting out and say, “Jeremy, this isn’t very mature behavior.” It works marvelously.
Anyway, here’s the desk. And yes, that is Ironman you see playing with my very mature nine-year-old.