Mother's Day Craft. Just made my prototype (tear shaped) and will be bringing in the toaster oven tomorrow to do this with my students! Will include this poem: Ten tiny fingers, that always want to play, that never stop exploring, that wonder of today. Ten tiny fingers, that from the very start, will reach out for tomorrow, yet always hold your heart.
She peeked out from under the covers when the door opened. “Were they here again?” he asked. She nodded. “What’d they want this time?” She pointed her tiny finger at her father. “Really,” he said. “You tell them to come see me next time, OK sweetie?” Mama always thought he’d left her for another woman. --- O.D. Trebor.