Pottery Painting

Over Spring Break (yes, it is capitalized because it is a cherished time of the school year) we did next to nothing.  The boys did not care that it was raining SO much that DadOfAllTrades and I joked about building an ark.  I had huge plans for outdoor activities, but we could barely make it to the grocery store and back, so Geo-caching was out of the question.

But I did find a forgotten-or-lost gift certificate for a local paint our own pottery store.

This is the type of store in which you enter, pick a fired piece of pottery, and then paint/glaze it yourself.  Some of these places charge for the paint and time, but this one just charges by the piece regardless of how long it takes you to paint it or how many colors you use.  It is cool, but rather pricey in my humble opinion, so we don't go there a lot.

I had not told the boys where we were going, just that they had been there before and that they liked it.  Once we drove through the ninth daily torrential downpour, we arrived to relatively bare shelves.  Boo-hiss I think.  The usually have these cool banks or treasure chest thingys, plates, bowls, mugs.  It looked like they hadn't been able to get their shipment in this week 'cuz of the rain.  So the boys wander around and are really good at not touching anything until they ask.

They make their selections:  LegoMaster chooses a Seder plate.  Buzz chooses a dog bowl.

Now this may not sound like a bummer to you.  But, it was to me.  See, we are not Jewish, so a Seder plate means nada to LegoMaster.  Also, our beloved dog of 15 years just died, so a dog bowl we do not need.

But I bit my tongue and let them at it.

They had a great time and are very proud of their creations.  LegoMaster used this paint that has glitter in it so now "when I tilt the plate all around in the light, it twinkles".  I am so happy that he takes pride in what he created and that he really did think the plate with six different pockets was cool.

Buzz loved his dog bowl that he painted to look like his favorite monster truck, Maximum Destruction.  He even had the nice girl who was helping us write the name of the truck on one side of the dog bowl.

Once he got to hold it again yesterday, he told me that we now have to name our next dog "Maximum Destruction".  Something in me is not too happy about that name.