Six ribbon sticks sell at Oriental Trading company for under $9.00. Little Mother and Sunshine race up and down the cul de sac, listening to the ribbon whip in the wind behind them. It becomes a snake, a circle of fire, an object of envy for the neighbor kids visiting their grandmother.
I read at the window and watch the hours of creativity and expression. I walk into the kitchen to get a drink. I return and find Briz zigging and zagging, waving and looping. I giggle. Soon all children are lured into the front room by the prospect of a ribbon fest with Dad and hero.
When they tangle . . . or rip off . . . or get lost . . . I am going to shell out another $9.00.
By the way, we are still celebrating with dinner. I added a new post on the dinner celebration blog tonight. I am toying with the idea of discontinuing the dinner blog, particularly the recipes. Does anyone have any input?