Since our trip to the Oregon Caves last October, Rogue has been longing to be a park ranger. Of course at mass he told me he wants to be a priest, but that is the beauty of being young, no? When you are seven it is possible to be a firefighting park ranger priest who runs a restaurant where all the food is free, oh yeah, and you can fly too.
This morning the little one started cutting out trees and coloring them. So I broke out one of the many boxes I have from Amazon (lol) and some construction paper. I cut down the sides and with some glue and some tape made this:
The kids then glued their trees into the scene.
And within no time they had a new place for their wooden saint dolls to play!