My step son and I were messing around with clay and asked what I was making and we got to talking about ideas about rounded and rectalinear pots. He defiantly made a triangular pot. It has a cute lil draba in it now, totally worked.
The first triangle pot I ever made was actually my oldest son, Riley’s, idea.. it fell apart.. he glued it back together and wants to put his Scots pine in it.
But my stepson hasn’t done clay with me yet..
We DO have this really cool fan/light combo that we like to stare at together, while holding hands and babble-speaking about various topics.. blankets, milk, hands, and mamma amongst the most common things hypothetically discussed.
Bless you for being a step-father...
Makes you feel like Batman, doesn’t it?