I talked with the kids about peace this week.
"Peace is when your heart isn't troubled. It's also -"
Their dad chimed in,
"-tiny! I have peace.
A tiny piece
The evening erupted into wild fits of hilarity.
"I have piece! of pizza! ...piece of paper, piece of pie.... "
Peace talks all done. Try again next year.
A little more sacred dirt to remind me that both life and children do not fit into boxes.
Would you like to know what my children squabble over the most?
The singing manger scene.
"Give me the baby Jesus, stink-head!"
That's right. Maybe next week we can talk about love. We'll see how that goes...
done old-school style in
India ink and Prisma colors on Canson paper,
cut out like paper dolls, glued onto envelopes and attached to mat board.