Last June, our grandson and I made a wooden doll together.
We had fun doing it, but he didn’t express an interest in doing any more woodworking, so I haven’t brought it up.
BUT…. on Thursday, when we picked him up at Kindergarden, he was dancing with delight because it had ~finally~ been his turn for show and tell and he could hardly wait to show me what he had shared.
He proudly pulled his wooden doll out of his backpack and beamed at me. He was so happy!
Well, I did the ‘granny-swoon’- being washed over with gratitude at my darling boy’s choice of what was ~really~ precious to him. Melt, melt, melt.
I asked him if he was interested in making more dolls and he said: ‘Of course!’.
I got a piece of wood and asked him if he was more interested in making a doll or a truck and he voted for truck.
He drew the truck and I cut it out on the band saw and sanded it for him.
We didn’t have time for paint, so he worked with markers and will use paint at home with his Mamma.
Sigh. I LOVE these precious times.❤