Well, Alicia just came to me crying. Turns out she and Alex were playing with these little Pooh characters and she was upset because she'd lost Pooh's house.
Except Pooh's house went to the charity shop a few weeks ago because Mommy got tired of tiny fingers getting caught in it, and the bed getting pulled off and then requested to be put back on.
So as I'm holding her and comforting her and telling her that that's all right, that people lose things sometimes, she starts listing off all the other things she's "lost."
Her Tweenies puzzle. Which was missing half the pieces so we tossed it in the rubbish.
Dizzy Bug. Which she got when she was 2 months old and hasn't played with in over 2 years, and Alex outgrew a year ago. Charity shop.
Her Tinkerbelle Barbie. Which only had one leg because Alex pulled it off and I couldn't find it again. Rubbish bag.
And the list goes on.
This is not one of my favorite parts of being a parent. I'm not sure how we're going to handle the next clearout, because it's going to have to happen before we move back to the US, no way can we take all this junk with us. The problem is, Alicia is a pack rat. Her grandparents are convinced that she's a bag lady in the making with the way she hoards things, and totes them around in bags, and such. She doesn't like losing anything, and when we had tried to talk to her about giving some of the toys away before the actual clearout, we were faced with a mixture of "but I need that" and tears and "but Nanny gave that to me." If anyone has any advice, it would be greatly appreciated. :)