Then I remembered my teenage years when my mom complained about handprints on the ceiling (we held contests to see who could jump the highest). And I had an epiphany: I will always have to deal with handprints; just the heighth will change. Oh well.
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| Image borrowed from flickr.com |
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For primary we considered having the kids do some kind of handprint art with a poem someone found about "you're going to miss these little handprints when I'm big." But that was too ambitious for the time we had. Handprints are easier to appreciate/miss when you don't have to clean them!
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