A couple weeks ago we checked out a new to us book. We found the book at Nonna's Library in Sherwood. She had a couple books to return and we went in with her to play and look at books. I happened to spot this book and knew Isaiah would think it was fantastic! It was called Perfect Square by Michael Hall. He immediately fell in love with the book. We have been reading lots of Perfect Square, but just the other evening he asked if for school we could make our copy of Perfect Square. We did just that and he had a BLAST making his book. It is now a prized treasure that gets carried around and read lots!
Today he got to use a ruler, scissors, glue, and crayons to make this amazing project!
Even Esther was involved in the project!
Our friends texted us and asked us to join them in the sunshine at the park so we took advantage
of the opportunity. We left in mid Perfect Square project and enjoyed the park with friends!
He was such a hard worker and really wanted to make each page accurate!
My cuties and I on our sunshine walk!
While we were at Grammy and Grandad's house Esther did a little drawing.
Esther drew a dog!
This was her inspiration!
Here is his finished Perfect Square book that he so excitedly showed to Grammy and Grandad!
It was a perfect square. It had four matching corners and four equal sides.
And it was perfectly happy!
But on Monday the square was cut into pieces and poked full of holes. It wasn't perfectly square anymore. So it made itself into a fountain that babbled and giggled and clapped.
On Tuesday, the square was torn into scraps. So it made itself into a garden.
On Wednesday, the square was shredded in strips. So it made itself into a park.
On Thursday, the square was shattered. So it made itself into a bridge.
On Friday, the square was snipped into ribbons. So it made itself into a river.
On Saturday, the square was crumpled and ripped and wrinkled. So it made itself into a mountain.
On Sunday, the square waited to see what was next. It waited and awaited. Nothing happened.
Its four equal sides were confining. Its four matching corners were rigid and cramped.
So it made itself into a window... that looked out on a mountain, that gave birth to a river, that was crossed by a bridge, that led to a park, that was home to a garden, that had, at its center, a fountain...
that babbled and giggled and clapped.
My cuties on the walk home!
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