By Tiny Green Elephants on May 08, 2014
“Ok boys,” she calls, and like ducklings hearing the crumbling of crackers, two toddler boys abandoned trucks on their side, wheels still turning and scampered off to find sister’s voice. “Come on,” she says as she straightens the bits of papers she found, old art supplies lined up in her own fashion–just for them. “We are going to making you little books,” she tells them as their sit, quiet hands on their laps, round cheeked faces gazing up, absorbing what was coming from poised sister in teaching mode, big sister mode. . . .