I may just keep her longer because guess what (and try to act surprised here): She is turning out to be a first-class dyer.
She wanted to try a handkerchief yesterday. So I gave her one thinking, "C'mon, don't be a grinch, you know YOU woulda been all over this too, I'm pretty sure one lousy kerchief isn't going to break the bank and besides - a dozen or so of these are for us."
Now, all the Denizens love doing art. They're all good at it too, but Eldest has always had some kind of innate grasp of how to take lines, curves and colors and turn them into art-art.
But still...I expected...well, at least a little hesitation. Some misplaced color. Some sign that an ELEVEN YEAR OLD was the artist.
She neatly folded a fan shape, applied the dye and (in the only rookie move all afternoon) immediately unfolded it to reveal a classic tie-dye rainbow.
Without a word, I handed her another one, and she proceeded to make a good DOZEN not merely 'good enough', but creative, interesting and well-balanced kerchiefs.
Then she got bored and wandered off.
This morning, she started hovering as I was getting started. She watched me do a couple socks, then made her move...
"By the way, I finished all my homework."
"Oh. That's good."
"Uh-huh. Sooooooo. I guess I could play on the computer...or I could watch cartoons...orrrrrrr, I COULD maybe do a few socks. While you go do more yarn or something. After all, I'm really good at this, right? "
Yeah, she IS really good at this...and is it wrong that I'm GRATEFUL for a pandemic that has given me an able assistant in my hour of need?!