What did you do during rest time?
Stacked coins.
Oh, sounds like fun. Anything else?
I picked the feathers out of my pink feather boa and sprinkled them all around.
You did?
Yes, there are millions of feathers, billions of feathers, zillions and trillions and billions of feathers.
6 comments:
Been there, done that. Gotta love the boas. :)
I think she takes after me...during naptime at grandmother's one time I cut up all the fringe on her blanket so I could "make" pussywillows.
don't know that story, em. poor grammy. :) The picture doesn't do the mess justice (nor the clean-up). It was something else that's for sure.
It was nice of you not to mention who gave her the boa - or am I now incriminating myself :) You do realize that she is a creative genius - just look at the placement of the feathers... has she considered interior design as a career - or maybe she'll be a painter (Jackson Pollack comes to mind)... buy you a coffee to make up for it?
So apparently she's getting started on the brain falling out thing a bit early... :) (See Kayce's or Janea's (Daisie Mai) blog if this makes no sense... they have five year olds whose brains fell out, resulting in spectacular messes.)
Messes definitely seem to be going around! I'm now, happy with the one I got. Of course, maybe mine was just a primer for more to come.
Hmmm... I don't know, I might blame the source :) Especially if you get a free coffee out of it!
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