Somehow, they are best friends outside. The girls run from invisible monsters holding hands, create sandbox cupcakes for their captive customer (that's me!), and feed dandelions to those happy chickens.
But inside, small plastic chairs are launched at one or the other's head. Hair is pulled. Toys become hostages.
Maybe the difference isn't that extreme. We do have the occasional happy tea party, but I am looking for creative outlets to keep us busy during this rainy week.
Gems worth Re-Reading
About Growing Baby Doing Good Together Elliot Rose Family Rituals Fie Flora and Fauna For the Love of Learning Greenish In My Opinion Just for Laughs Just for Me Making Tinkles Maya Mindfulness Mmm... So Tastey NaNoWriMo News of the Day Noveling Photo Friday Sewing Sisterly Love Sweet Dreams The Chicken Ladies the end Tonsils We like to Move It Move It Wonderment