The one and only toy that my kids pick up and treat with loving kindness is … the six pack of chalk eggs I bought two years ago. Each time the Powers That Be create a clean slate for our front walk, the kids are out there, drawing.
This time I was out there with them (usually it is their father who is the Art Director), and captured a few things on screen:
When Pre-Schoolers Draw Flowers **** When Near-1st Graders Attempt to Write in Cursive
Silly Mama, What Made You Think Most of the Chalk was Going on the Sidewalk?
They Begged Me to Take This Shot. Really.
I think I have boyfriend-blackmail now. Just wait until they’re 16.
When Chalk Strikes