Driving downtown a few days ago, I decided on a whim to stop in at a toy store a friend had told me about. With all the kids along, I knew it was probably a mistake but we had the pre-expensive store talk before we got out. No touching anything and do NOT expect to buy anything. We are just looking.
It was a really neat place and fun to explore. The kids, with the exception of Adam who does not do well in any context, managed to behave themselves. I let them pick out something small and they finally decided on marbles. None for poor Adam.
Back at home we tried our hands at the classic game. In a moment of inspiration, I explained to Ethan that marbles were the Pokemon cards of our grandparents. They brought them to school, played with them on the playground, traded and collected them. I vaguely remember my own grandfather telling marble stories of his youth.
Next project: Making a drawstring pouch to keep the marbles out of Adam's chubby little paws.