Let's start with this photo called "Don't walk through the mud"
If motherhood had a concrete image:
There are always stones in this house
Visualize the sand disaster when you get home
"Mom, I want you to come, I love you."
For some strange reason, mothers find it tender to save their first teeth.

Failed attempts at making food with figures

Picnics with my grandchildren, unicorns and dragons... remember, the stones cannot be missing
I have no idea what that is.
The "space for art" exceeded the limits
Collecting more stones
sticky masses in the hair

Yes, more stones...
The best hiding places