kidlets and kandles . . . .

It's late and consequently dark. My kidlet . . . with a sly grin . . . wants to borrow my camera. Off she goes armed with jars, candles and a mirror. Twenty minutes later she is back . . . flash card in hand. . . .

with this:


and even better . . . this:


There are more . . . many more . . . and in time, they will appear. I am always amazed when I get to see through my kidlet's quirky eye.