At least it is in AbbyLand. During my short visit last week to see my grand daughters (hee hee, I love saying that as plural), Abby couldn't wait for me to "step out on the front porch" as she said. Those actually were her exact words. This child continues to astonish me with her vocabulary.
"Look Grandmother.....watch me hopscotch"
Of course she had to pick out just the right rock.
And she was off!
And hopscotch she did.
I left soon after taking that last picture because Joe called and I needed to go. I never remember playing hopscotch as a kid. In fact, I had to ask Beth how to play! Abby made up her own version. She would toss the rock and whichever number it landed on or was closest to she avoided the block in front of it. Hey, it works for me. I have some brand new sidewalk chalk at the house just a'waitin' for my precious to make a big ole hopscotch area on our front porch. That is if we can ever tear her away from her little sister Leah. She is quite the grownup big sister these days. But look
I really can't blame her!