Friday night I hung out with two of my very favourite boys.
Finishing up a workshop the other day, two seven year olds remained in the studio.
One had wanted to add a kitty to her Family Tree because they had gotten a kitty since she completed her Tree with me last summer
The one with no cats looked at other’s tree and said Where is your dad? Why isn’t he in the Family Tree?
Without missing a beat, she responded, I don’t have a dad.
It was a warm fall day and we had the distinct pleasure of time. And a repetitive chore to lose ourselves in.