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Showing posts with label play dough. Show all posts
Showing posts with label play dough. Show all posts
Saturday, February 12, 2011
A Moose Bed
"So what's this?" I asked Elizabeth.
"A moose bed, Bean," she said, tilting her head at me with a how could you not know that look.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Let's Make God
Elizabeth and I were sitting at the round kitchen table, rolling out play dough and somehow we got to talking about church bells and how we'd heard them in town the other day.
"I like church bells," I said.
"Me too, Bean," she said.
And then while I was making spirals with the purple play dough she said, "God's in Gram's church."
Gram, Elizabeth's other grandmother, goes to a local Catholic church, and must've told Elizabeth that God was in her church.
So then I said, "Well, God's right here too. You, me, even this play dough."
Then Elizabeth said, "Let's make God."
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