Last month a lot of holiday stuff wedged itself into our lives. Included in that pile was a big book that had various textures in it. One page had a star on top of a Xmas tree. The star was a very rough texture, like sparkly sandpaper. Not surprisingly we said things like “star” and “red” (which it was) and “rough” when Exie was looking at it and touching it.
Tonight we were outside on the balcony looking up at the stars. Susan point up and said, “Exie, look at all those stars!”
rough
Last month a lot of holiday stuff wedged itself into our lives. Included in that pile was a big book that had various textures in it. One page had a star on top of a Xmas tree. The star was a very rough texture, like sparkly sandpaper. Not surprisingly we said things like “star” and “red” (which it was) and “rough” when Exie was looking at it and touching it.
Tonight we were outside on the balcony looking up at the stars. Susan point up and said, “Exie, look at all those stars!”
“Rough,” said Exie.