I HATE crafts.
(There, I said it.)
Paint, glue, glitter (*shudder*), play-doh, moon sand...they all make me twitch.
I think it's because I am not at all creative, nor inventive, nor artsy. In the least.
Eldest? Is kinda like me. Could care LESS about drawing, coloring, creating.
He had a diorama project due this week. (Holy flashback to 1983, right?)
He had to write a report on an animal, any animal, and then create a habitat for that creature.
The report was written right away, with minimal supervision on my part. He's actually a pretty great writer for an 8 year old boy. (Yep, definitely like me.)
Then came the diorama part. The two of us shopped for supplies. I swear, it was like the blind leading the blind. Neither of us felt inspired to come up with a masterpiece, and frankly? I believe that CHILDREN SHOULD DO THEIR OWN WORK. I'm so not impressed by the parents who "help" their children with projects when it's obvious that the parents did, in fact, do ALL the work. Not my thang.
Anyway, so here's his finished product on desert snakes:
But that's not all! Stay tuned for tomorrow when I discuss my contempt for school Valentine's Day cards and also