Grampa helped us make ‘pet rocks’. I remember having a ‘pet rock’ when I was little. I think I loved him dearly for a while and took him everywhere. At first K was very skeptical as to how a rock could become a pet… but as the process became clearer to her, she set about making her ‘pet’ with great excitement. Just as we began our project, a huge, beautiful ladybird landed on K’s hand. Both her and T were charmed and K knew then what form her ‘pet rock’ would take.
1) wash and dry your rocks if they have dirt on them.
2) admire how beautiful your clean rocks are!
Your imagination is your limit… they can be an animal, insect, person, even a crazy doodle thingie with eyes! These are Grampa’s… aren’t they a hoot! How could you not LUV these happy pets?
K made ladybirds (a mommy and a daddy… hopefully they will make babies to eat the aphids on my roses!) and I made toadstools (my toadstool fetish surfacing yet again!)
K kind of thinks the ones with eyes are alive… but she is not too sure. At first she wanted them to sleep with her in her room but, after about 10 minutes, decided she had changed her mind and they were relegated to sleeping outside… I can’t help but smile lovingly at her inner turmoil… she tries SO hard to be brave but her self-preservation usually wins out… who’s to say that ‘pet rocks’ don’t bite in the night???