A lot of history

My mom had this chalkboard in her room when she was little. I played with it when I was little. Now Dorothy gets to play with it too. It's a new favorite. (And I don't know why the writing up here is underlined. I can't make it stop, and don't care to try too hard. Oh well. You'll deal.)


Look at that face. (That's better, not underlined. I'm a genius, I tell you.)


Twirling and playing with chalk. Does life get any better? (Yes, you say. When you develop the mental capacity to un-underline something, anything is possible.)


With so many pictures going around, she had to take one of me too. (There's the genius.)