Today we had a play date at a friend's house. The landscaping in the front of the house is full of these rocks, which to the eyes and mind of a preschooler, transform into a 'crystal garden'. So the kids fill their little brown paper bags with the prettiest 'crystals' they can find from the rock garden and then run off with their bag o' treasure to the back yard to create hours (well, maybe 1/2 hours) worth of adventures with the loot. Which makes me feel a little bit like being a grown up sucks, because to me? They're just rocks. Ethan & his friend made a long, windy road out of their rocks (and one weird asteroid-y looking tree pod).
Also? It is *possible* that my kid needs a trim. But just a little one.