Rock pets

I've mentioned before the abundance of personality in my class and I'm always thinking of and then forgetting stories I can tell to illustrate this. Well here's one from yesterday :).

I'm always impressed by their creativity - at recess one group of girls has taken to digging in the dirt for their "chocolate factory" coming up with disgusting concoctions that do no justice to chocolate and when soccer was banned for a week (too many fights) the boys invented all sorts of games, including a jumping one similar to the long jump.

So I shouldn't have been surprised by anything they do, but even so I couldn't quite swallow my smile when, after recess, SG arrived in line clutching two paper cups of rocks. Now these were not polished, attractive, smooth rocks - they were more like chunks of concrete from the building's foundation. When I asked, "What are those?", she responded seriously, "Oh, that's Ginny, and that's Rocky, and that's Cutie."

Too much. Rock pets. What next?