Olive loves nothing more than digging in the dirt and collecting rocks. She has filled a set of cans with a variety of "real" rocks, glass rocks, and a couple of what I'm pretty sure are just clods of dirt. Every one of them has a name, so we have friends like Stripey, Bubble Gum, Big Guy, and Corrina, and she neatly lines them up as she does her daily address. She has proclaimed on many occasions that she wants to be a scientist/artist when she grows up, so imagine my surprise when she told me this:
O: Mommy? Remember how I want to be a scientist when I get big?
LT: Yes. We've talked about you being a geologist so you can study rocks.
O: Well, I changed my mind. I think I want to be in a band instead.
Not to be outdone, Peach chimed in, "Well - at least you could be in a ROCK band! Get it? A ROCK band?"
We really could go on the road with this act.
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Remember rock polishers? The ones you had to set up outside b/c they were so loud? I loved opening them with my dad to find the completely transformed rocks.
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