A little girl stuffs the next few days worth of clothes into a small backpack and waits for her mom to pick her up. Her mom adores her and she adores her mom. She looks forward to this day each and every week and can’t wait to spend the next few days with her mom.
When she gets to her mom’s house she sets aside her backpack, careful to make sure whatever comes out of it is washed, neatly folded, and returns with her to her other house. She’s silently taking inventory so neither parent is upset if clothes that might be accidentally taken to the other house don’t make it back. Over and over she’s heard her items refereed to as “mom’s stuff” or dad’s stuff,” even though she’s the one who wears them.