I garden with kids. My 7 year old is a dream garden helper, when I can pry her out of her books and get her to help. (I have the nicest problems, truly.) She can thin seedlings, pick peas, weed and chicken wrangle. I really don’t know what I’d do without her.
My daughter was having a little trouble with the fine-line paintbrush, so we brought out the infamous colored Sharpies for a few as well. The Sharpie-labeled rocks looked good initially but have already faded considerably. I’ll be painting over them with acrylic when I get some free time.