Rocks

The girls played with rocks all afternoon.  They brought some in and played "store" with them, with Ava bringing in only the "shiny" ones which she took in the bathroom and washed.  Their conversation was so funny, at one point, Harper had one little brown rock she was holding and she told Ava "this little rock is so sad, he can't find his Mommy".  Ava ran outside and found a bigger brown rock, washed it and gave it to Harper and told her "here is his Mommy, he's not sad anymore". Before long, Harper took the biggest pot outside and filled it with gravel, or "baby rocks" as they call them, to make some rock soup.  Alan was here visiting at the time, and he and I agreed that Papa handled it all quite well as more and more rocks were hauled in the house, much better than he would have a couple of years ago.  He has mellowed considerably with these two.