Like many refrigerators I have seen, ours is an exercise in chaos. Both kids pretty much get the alphabet now but we’ve retained the magnet letters for some reason. We occasionally form up some clever words but there is a limit to what can be spelled out. In addition to the letters, the refrigerator serves as our command center of sorts. All things kid-related are stuck to the front door, held in place by magnets that are one sheet of paper from being over-taxed. Mo, one of our cats, seems to always push the envelope of magnetic tolerance and periodically clears the lower reaches.
I came across this post and it seemed like the perfect change…the fridge was just crying out for a change. I junked a bunch of stuff and threw this marble run together pretty quickly. Hot glue + magnets + plumbing odds and ends = fun! Abigail and I messed with it quite awhile after supper until bed time. I am sure that we’ll mess with it more this evening.
She was pretty quick to get the point of how the marble we were using knocked down through the system. Unfortunately, she also had to see the underside of our oven and refrigerator as we tried to recover renegade marbles that understood physics better than we did!