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Elie stumbled upon some glitter stars sprinkled on the kitchen counter and sink… a few were on the sponge we use to wash dishes. “Ugh…. my worst nightmare- this stuff never goes away, I hate it in the kitchen.” he said “oh please, these are big glitters, not the powder fine stuff – this is not your worst nightmare.” He acknowledged the truth in my statement. But then I realized something else… “actually,” I said, “your worst nightmare is your world with no glitter in it at all.” He looked at me with a mix of rolled eyes and something resembling amusement. Happy Father’s Day. To elie and all the dudes who trade their hate of glitter for their love of a sparkly woman.
Yesterday the kids had off for MLK day. Two of their friends came over and we sat together and made these dioramas. We have a retail store, a giant, flying cockroach farm and an art studio. I was showing them how to construct the base that helps the girl on the cockroach farm stand up, and it became an entire lecture on the importance of of being a girl who “stands up.” – we stand up for what’s right, we stand up for people who can’t stand up for themselves, and we always stand up for our sisters when other people are mean to them. #howispentmymonday
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