Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Making (and smashing) a sand cake
Sometimes you need to make a sand cake, to celebrate the birthday of your imaginary friends. And then after you carefully spend twenty minutes making the sand cake, what comes next? Smash it as fast as you can!
1 comment:
grandma cindy
said...
Hee, hee, hee. I can hear the laughter in these pictures!
1 comment:
Hee, hee, hee. I can hear the laughter in these pictures!
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