What is it with little boys and rocks?
We recently spent almost a week up north at my parents' house in Haliburton, Ontario. Gavin had a blast spending so much time outside. His favourite thing was the rocks. Little rocks, big rocks, smooth rocks, bumpy rocks...
Our days consisted of looking for rocks. Picking up rocks. Putting rocks in the wagon. Pulling rocks in the wagon. Taking rocks out of the wagon. Lining up the rocks. Throwing rocks in puddles. Throwing rocks in the bush. Throwing rocks ANYWHERE. Painting rocks. Stepping on rocks. Talking about rocks. REPEAT.
ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS!
(I just wrote rocks so many times it doesn't even look like a word anymore.)
Here are some pictures of a little boy and his beloved rocks!