My children have recently discovered hopscotch. It started with a hopscotch rug they saw one time, and then one day I realized we had never actually taught them to play hopscotch! Sacrilege.
Yesterday, while we waited for my son to get home from a playdate, my daughter and I got the chalk out. I thought we would practice numbers, but she really just wanted to dump out the box of chalk and fill it back up.
This game was, apparently, absolutely hysterical.
Finally, big brother came home and we we drew the hopscotch game (an especially tricky variety, in fact). My son’s glower at me had nothing to do with me taking pictures (for once), and everything to do with my suggestion that the stone had bounced off the 7, not the 8.
And with that, I leave you with best wishes for Passover, Easter, and apparently US National Tartan day, according to a good friend of Scottish heritage. Who knew!
- Danie Smallwood