The question is if you let them build Stonehenge in the back yard, will they ever un-build it?
Usually I laugh hysterically when I read the activity suggestions in our history book. “Build a ziggurat out of sugar cubes and peanut butter.” “Dress up in snow suits and re-enact the ice-age.” And this was a personal favorite, “Bake sugar cookies and frost in shades of the rainbow.” For studying Noah’s ark.
You know me, I’m on it.
But I couldn’t resist building Stonehenge. Especially when Daddy came home from work early and did it for me. With a little help from his slaves.
Cutest slaves ever.
I still don’t see how they could have possibly learned anything from this endeavor. But that was quite beside the point. The point was that they were outside, and I was in. And that’s when magic happens.
Later that night after math they watched a documentary about how Stonehenge was built. Apparently there is research that suggests the builders could have used ball bearing technology to roll the stones. And while you never know, I thought it sounded rather clever.
Never underestimate early man. Apparently they were smarter than they looked.