Mothers are patient people. Wait, let me qualify that: mothers have to be patient people, or they’d be serial killers. Personally, I didn’t leave my rock collection in my clothes when I was a kid: mine was one of those organized little school science trip assortments of 20 or so, glued into a pretty display box and neatly labeled “quartz”, “calcite”, “obsidian” (very sexy), and, my personal hands-on favorite, “mica”. If I
Rock Climbing
Rock Climbing
Rock Climbing
Mothers are patient people. Wait, let me qualify that: mothers have to be patient people, or they’d be serial killers. Personally, I didn’t leave my rock collection in my clothes when I was a kid: mine was one of those organized little school science trip assortments of 20 or so, glued into a pretty display box and neatly labeled “quartz”, “calcite”, “obsidian” (very sexy), and, my personal hands-on favorite, “mica”. If I