Thursday, August 29, 2013

shark

Today we spent hours with paint and googly eyes and rubber cement and scissors.

It was the first time in a long time that I could breathe.

I think it's because everything I was meant to be was right at the kitchen table.  There were no worries, no competition, no way I could mess things up. Just me. Just Yoda. Just being a mom.

It's pretty impossible to mess up a paper plate shark.




2 comments:

Treats said...

I'm sure I could mess up a shark.

j said...

Doubt it. You can't even mess up a hot-dog octopus.