This little girl loved the brush and went around "painting" everything in sight.
She found it helped her reach farther than she could with just her hands... it felt bristly and soft... and when mom said, "No rose!" (the rose bush living in the dining room for the moment that Ellie loves to pick at) then maybe she could get away with just the brush touching the rose (no such luck)...
Eleanor carried her "paint brush" around with her everywhere she could go. She tapped things with it, brushed them, stroked them, hit them... she even took the brush to bed with her.Then one day her mom decided to wash the brush. Mom thought this was a good idea since it was getting blackish on it's bristly end.
Unfortunately, this washing determined the demise of the beloved brush.Luckily, though, this particular Ellie-girl has a wonderful Uncle Jeff who sent her a set of blocks.
So now she has a beloved cylinder to carry around and bang on everything in sight.
2 comments:
Don't you love the random things that they find to take with them everywhere? Ephraim loves my swiffer duster and my toothbrush. So silly!
That was a good story. A little bitter-sweet I suppose. But I'm glad it has a happy ending:)
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