On Thanksgiving morning I had some time to help the girls with a craft. Their good friend Ms. Lisa from church gave them the kit one Sunday morning…and their slacker Mama is just getting around to helping them with it.
Cute little thing, isn’t it?
I used the glue gun and the girls put the pieces together. They did a great job, and giggled a lot doing it.
Over the course of the creative process…one of the shoes for the figures went missing.
Trying to appease my distraught children I made up a lie. “Girls. Back in the olden days Indians didn’t wear shoes” (my girls get emotional about ALL THINGS. So. Many. Feelings.)
Apparently they teach more in Kindergarten now than they did back in my day. Because Caroline was gravely offended by my story.
She raised an eyebrow and sternly said “Mama! The Indians often wore soft soled shoes called Moccasins! ESPECIALLY in cooler weather! It protected their feet from stones and other objects.”
Claire widened her eyes and nodded seriously at me in agreement.
It struck me funny…and once I quit laughing we all agreed since these particular indigenous folk would stay inside the house they could go barefoot.
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Between Three Waters 