When Granddad gave us these casting kits for casting little people's body parts for posterity, I'm almost convinced that this wasn't what he intended!
Those things that seasoned mamas tell you about being fearful when your kids are quiet? Yet another time that it's been proven true...last time involved butt paste and an enormous mirror. And plenty of skin. Butt paste is really hard to clean off, btw.
I had to laugh when I saw what Imogen had been doing...and our conversation went a little something like this:
me:wow! What have you been doing?
Immy: this bag got broked by accident.
me:Oh no! It sure made a big mess!
Immy: all the glitter fell out by isself.
(Oh thank you god that it wasn't glitter!)
me: what should we do with it now?
Immy: play some more. Make a little mess. Glitter feels fuffily (ImmyCole speak for fluffy!)
[at this point Cole discovers the second - as yet unopened - casting kit]
Cole: Hey! This one is Coley's glitter. Mama, I can open Coley's? Make a little mess like Immyginny?
me: oh wow! There's a plane! Let's go see if it's a little plane or a big one!!!!!
...and in the race out to the front deck for plane-spotting, I managed a bait and switch that replaced the unopened parts of Imogen's kit, and all of Cole's kit on the top of the bookshelf, all whilst containing the *glitter* affixed to Immy, containing the body of Immy, and carrying Cole over my shoulder Superman style. Cue shower number 3 for the day.
And today was an uneventful one!
Can't you just feel the contrition? Or not!