So, when Raquel was 5 in 1998 and in Kindergarten, the class made hand prints with paint and at the time I didn't know what to do with them. I didn't want to discard them and I felt that if I tucked them away somewhere, in time, I would forget them. It seemed the universe moves in mysterious ways. Elizabeth, my MIL, gave me Eric's hand prints made from some sort of chalk outline from his Kindergarten class back in 1965...he was also 5 years old at the time too.
So I decided to laminate both of them and place them above my stove, on a little ledge against my red stove hood...and so that is my contribution for Rednesday...tons of more redness in the future.
BTW...apparently I didn't have hands or my teacher wasn't that creative...I'm just sayin'
So I decided to laminate both of them and place them above my stove, on a little ledge against my red stove hood...and so that is my contribution for Rednesday...tons of more redness in the future.
BTW...apparently I didn't have hands or my teacher wasn't that creative...I'm just sayin'
