Later in the week I cooked a few sausages, put them on the table and blindfolded the girls. One by one they tried to find their food. Not an easy task using only your sniffer.
We also enjoy another poetry party, using our teapot filled with milk for dipping brownies! Yummy! Brownies just seem to go better with the magical poems of Robert Louis Stevenson.
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad on foreign lands...
...To where the roads on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land,
Where all the children dine at five,
And all the playthings come alive.
Grab your kids and enjoy a poetry party! Milk, brownies and Stevenson's poems proved to be a delicious memory to help earse the day-to-day duldrums of necessary schoolwork.