Last week the girls found, and "adopted", this piece of metal they discovered in the debris of the fire pit. I told them it had probably been in a box that we burned in a fire. On Monday, they found him and showed me how he could cut through snow (the tiny amount we still had protected by shadows from the trees). I told them he needed to stay where they found him, and they left him there.
On Tuesday, they went to visit Metal Kid again, and I found them covering him with snow. The girls explained they were cooling him off since he had been burned in a fire. They decided to name him Metal Kid. Johanna suggested Metal Kid, Julia suggested Max, and I said, "How about Metal Max?" Johanna said, "We will call him Metal Kid, but his real name can be Metal Max." They decided it was a boy, and told him they would care for him since nobody else did. This time they took him on the walk with us and left him outside the school room with a stick that he could play with. Julia was concerned about him being out in the dark by himself at night, but I reminded her that he could look up at the moon and the stars.
They continued to think of Metal Kid more throughout the week, and collected pea gravel for him as a dessert, and discussed how sad it must be for him that the rest of his family was lost in a fire. Such care and concern for a rusty piece of metal from my little girls. Hopefully they will carry these attributes with them as they get older, and keep this sense of empathy as they deal with others in the people and animal world, lol!
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