I haven’t gone into my tackle box of art supplies in a long time so the boys hadn’t seen the contents. I should have opened it a long time ago as L quickly broke out the calligraphy nibs and ink. X, eager to try as well but I only had one holder for the nibs. He simply grabbed one of the feathers from his collection on the window sill, dipped it into the well of ink and started writing it old school. Kewl stuff, my boys.

Gotta love being a kid. That glorious time before life has put up imaginary boundaries on your intuitive ways of problem solving. So free and full of life and all the wonders it offers!