On either side of our dining room hangs a strand of twelve tiny stockings. I made these stockings a few years ago and Tiny has loved 'em ever since. They're big enough to hold a few pieces of candy, a lip balm, a gift card, or any number of tiny things from a Korean gift shop that Tiny is partial to. 
Every morning when she gets up she empties one with a secretive little grin on her face. I thought she might have outgrown them, but she has requested that they be sent to her when she goes off to college...! (I'm sure she wants them full!)
Why bother growing up when the toys are still good?
