Rocks + paint = an afternoon of fun for these beautiful daughters of mine. My mother-in-law bought the girls a rock painting kit for our Thanksgiving weekend at the cabin and they had a ton of fun decorating those rocks to their hearts' content. (I should insert here that they are also equally capable of spending hours decorating rocks with Sharpies and then naming them things like "Milk" and "Ladybug" and playing with them for a whole beloved afternoon. They are just that imaginative and I love that about them.) (Oh, but I don't love the part where they bring said rocks to their room and sit them in piles on their dressers and floor, which is precisely why there is a rock-filled grocery bag in the garage because I couldn't take it anymore.)
Maybe these three would have been decent pioneer children after all, content to play with corn husk dolls and gather buffalo chips on the prairie.
Then again, maybe not.
In any case, to my girls who like to rock: I salute you.
No comments:
Post a Comment