While we rested from the crayon-assault, Mabel asked me to read a picture book from the 1970s that originally belonged to my daughter.
Our Animal Friends at Maple Hill Farm was always a favorite in the past and remains a favorite in the present.
Acting out an episode from the book, Mabel decided that her three smallest balls could be turned into a nest of eggs.
And then she could be the old red hen in the book, sitting on the eggs
until the baby chicks popped out.
