I fell asleep on the girls bed. It’s a double layer bed. I happened to nap at the bottom one.
When I woke up, I saw these:
A journal entry of a girl about how hot that summer day was.
It was so hot it felt like we were boiling…
There was another journal entry about a doll which their Lolo bought them and how pretty her hair was.
Yesterday, I learned how to make braids and I styled my barbie’s hair.
I always tell them to only write on paper. Hello neat-freak mom?!? On the other hand, I’ve highly encouraged them to write. I guess I should just let it pass. They have to express themselves in one way or another.
Creativity needs freedom.