These shapes are beyond words. First, they store below our shelves (gaining massive Mama points, because, really, what New Yorker can store some enormous bouncy castle? After all, our word for basement is "neighbor"...;) Second, they have no real purpose. Therefore, they are everything. P and a couple of buddies built a house the other day. With a side addition and a "door.' After they left, the house morphed into a car (the woven seats are his "seat") Then, over the next hour that P and I played in it, small pieces were moved around to become control panels for a rocket, then a plane, then a submarine. So, on a very rainy Tuesday, we travelled all the way around the world. If you didn't see us (cuz, chances are, we visited you) its only because we were going so very fast.
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