So whoever said just give a kid a cardboard box and they’ll be happy (or something to that effect) was Totally. Right.Late last week, Bryan whipped up a little “fort” out of a couple of giant cardboard boxes, and the girlies and I spent Sunday afternoon listening to Astrid Gilberto, munching on Halloween candy (bad mom) and beautifying the new “playhouse” (i.e. painting it pepto pink festooned with big white flowers.)
Highlight of the afternoon was when Audrey informed me out of the blue that she was having so much fun, "just you know, painting and chatting and stuff…”
My thoughts exactly.
Some notes about the photos:
- Please ignore my crazy Sarah Palin-esque “updo” and the fact that I’m wearing my pajamas over my jeans…
- But do take note of the black “dots” up Audrey’s left arm…funny story actually. Saturday afternoon Audrey and I cruised up to Michael’s to get our painting supplies, and engrossed in the soothing voice of Ira Glass, I completely ignored what was happening in the back seat. Audrey was chanting, “I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star”, while inking up her entire arm with a black pumpkin rubber stamp that she got in her treat bag at school on Friday… They were her tattoos apparently.
I’m in so much trouble with this kiddo friends…
