is how I feel when I find my kids like this:
They camped out on the floor of their bedroom and they fell asleep whispering and giggling.
Or when Olivine insists on trying on my Halloween wig:
And there is the love of washi tape around here. I love the patterns. The kids love that it peels off and doesn’t require scissors. Their latest invention is turning clothes into jerseys.
Always with self portraits. This one is from a class collage posted at the school carnival. I think he drew himself winking.
I never realized how funny they can be, on a continuing basis. I crack up and laugh aloud. It’s so good for my soul.