Playing cowbabies and Indians




 Then indian headresses were required – which we fashioned from feathers and elastic for him and ribbon with daisies sewn on for her. We talked of sweat lodges, smoke signals, peace pipes, dreams, living lightly on the land, and stolen land despoiled – we did a raindance and a war cry. Then whilst I put the cowbaby with her pop-gun to sleep a feast was set up – the famous American Indian staple of marshmallows and Cadbury’s Dairy Milk chocolate, served up on the platters they had made themselves. After which we read Brother Eagle, Sister Sky, which inspired him to make sun signs to decorate the teepee. We’re off to try and make a bow and arrows now! Happy days! (except my flipping return key is broken and Blogger is being weird -grrr!!)

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