I let the kids play with their waterpaints yesterday morning. Mim painted clouds. Big dark storm clouds. The kind that takes the rainbow and squeezes it until it gets really angry and shoots out lightening bolts. At least that's what it looked like.
Zaya has done a little better at grasping "don't mix the colors" and made this lovely portrait you see here.
He told me, "Look, mommy, this is the (mystic voice) Waterfalls of Junior High."
I suppose that's as a good a way as any to describe those turbulent pre-teen years; maybe a portent of things to come. Let's all hope not!
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"waterfalls of junior high"... haaaah haaaah haaah... that totally cracked me up and I can't stop laughing!
I teach in the "Waterfalls of Junior High", I think of it as more of the Raging Rapids of Junior High Hormones", but we don't want Zaya to know about that for a very, very long time.
but...but...but...I want to SEE the Waterfalls of Junior High!!!
Sorry, I didn't make it clear.
The picture above is the very masterpiece of which I speak.
yep. that's what it looks like...or rather feels like some days.
How fun! I love the things he comes up with!
Sam got his first taste of painting last week. He loved it! My floors and table didn't. And his sweet, white cloth diaper was tie dyed after that.
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