Little fingers dab red, orange, yellow, and brown paint all over and all around, revealing personality differences (one thinks in lines, the other thinks in fluffy puppies).
We trek out to the corn fields and select the finest fallen husks. Crinkly, sturdy husks that curl around like the little girls’ hair.
Glue is dribbled over drying paint. And we are officially the proud family of Indian Corn on Our Refrigerator Door.
(Don’t forget that tomorrow is Family Fun Friday! Ours included flashlights!)