Out of the mouth of babes

A few days ago we got home a bit late in the evening. My daughter (Shani, 2 years and ten month old), with the regular energy levels she has (which I am not sure who she got them from), was off to her regular "I think I can find a better place for my toys rather than in the toy chest" game. A better place being the living room floor.
Suddenly I heard her call out "I am throwing away the doll".
Well, obviously, the first question that came to mind was "which doll?", I dashed off to see which doll it was all the while thinking I was hoping it wasn't the one that my husband and I both like because she could stop any kind of tantrum....
I found her back at her messing up game, not giving the doll another thought, so I hurried to the bin to see what we were talking about and didn't see anything. I called her and she came over and showed me she threw away a Barbie doll that had a broken leg and which we had been unsuccessful at mending repeatedly. So she gave up on her and decided it was time to throw her away (she did throw her in the wrong bin mind you, maybe it wasn't really goodbye time).
Well, I picked up the doll and told my daughter that if she wanted to throw her out that was OK but she first had to tell her thank you for being her friend and that she enjoyed her very much and now it was time to part. So she did it (just to please me I think) and went back to her game (the living room was still way to ordered for her to give it up).
And then I started thinking. Was I wrong in what I had done? maybe the fact that she so easily left the past behind and so happily de-cluttered was a good one? maybe I had asked her to say goodbye because years of socializing with man kind had taught me to hold on to the past? to cherish old belongings? to 'humanize' them thus not being able to part with them?
Why teach her to hold on to old, broken material things rather than hold on to precious memories instead?
Well, I guess I over thought it but it probably comes from the fact I dislike my inability to part with old stuff. And maybe I should be taking lessons from her instead of giving her bad ones?
Out of the moth of babes people.
Out of the mouth of babes.