Monday, February 13, 2017
You don't say
What is it about glitter that makes it so endlessly compelling? Who can pass it up? Not us.
(And now that I say that, maybe it is like trauma memoirs, and not actually a universal preference. Whatever. I love the glitter.)
India threw herself into the project with delight. I cut out the hearts and she went about layering colors of glue all over them. They were all abstract, save one.
"Oh, India, your valentines are all gorgeous!"
"Thank you, Mama."
"That is not a dancer."
"Well, to me it looks like a beautiful dancer!"
"Mama." Serious look. "That's Jesus."