literally. poppy (my dad) has an amazing marble collection that spans across the years of being a world class marble shooter. well, i don't know how technical the term marble shooter is, but my dad used to clean up at recess playing marbles. he still has a huge glass container filled to the brim with colorful marbles that abby adores. yes, i also let my almost three year old play with marbles. choking hazard. yes. i know. she loves nothing more than to dump the container on a big fuzzy blanket and really study each one. they have names. names from when poppy was a boy (my favorite being chicken gut) and names that he and abby make up. the problem is that poppy is losing his marbles. haha. somehow abby works her magic and lots of precious marbles end up in plastic baggies to have a sleepover at my house. i just can't promise they will make it back to their rightful owner, the marble king.
even after poppy generously sent his favorites to our house knowing full well he may never see them again, he sent abby a present in the mail of more marbles with a really sweet note. she was impressed. and even had to hug the jar before opening.
the careful naming of each one
rainbow big ball was really exciting
just catching up on the rules of the game
i love my marbles. i really like the purple shiny ones.
i still have your marbles in the plastic baggie. i may be able to get them back to you before 2012. thanks for making my little girl so happy.