Retta loves the "Art Alive" segments that are aired on the Noggin station. She keeps hoping she will be selected to go on the show. So tonight I told her I was bored and asked her if we could do something. She exclaimed: 'Let's do art alive with playdoh."
We started building roads and cars and the next thing I knew Musa was involved. There were car accidents, and tow trucks and lakes to build that needed fish, of course the fish needed a market, the town needed a doctor so Retta built an ambulance and a hospital. The next thing we knew Dad was at the table with us. He added a race car (what else). Retta and I tried to get the garden planted peacefully with the bunnies when suddenly the volcano erupted from down at the end of the Road of Darkness. (can you tell the males are involved at this point.) We continued on with our ice cream palace trying to ignore the expolsions and wreckage from the otherside of the world, when suddenly I felt the need to hurl a mound of playdoh at Musa's forehead. The war was on.
Ahhhh...the frustrations that can be released hurling balls of playdoh at the members of one's family!!! (and the clean-up is a breeze)
2 comments:
I really love your journal. We've enjoyed homeschooling our boys for many years, and our youngest is now (gasp!) a Junior. Time flies so fast....the fun, the worries, the frets and the triumphs. It's a wonderful journey!
Blessings,
Carol
http://journals.aol.com/rngletta/SimplySouthern
This is absolutely so awsome my mom would flip if we did that.
It sounds soooooooooooooooooooooo much fun Bye
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