My sister had reminded me of the wonders of shaving cream, I remember doing it when I was little. So we rummaged around Eric's drawers and found some.
At first G wasn't sure, she's usually quite neat, just look at her face.
But then after being assured of occasional hand-wiping, she got into it.
Then, an hour later, bored again. Whipped up the easiest batch of salt-dough I could find and let her have at it.
A break for lunch, a trip to the store. And what did we buy? Well, scissors of course. What 2.5 year old doesn't need scissors?
The concentration.
She was pretty good.
And no one was hurt.
Mail/snack break.
Ah, long day.
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