For the past few after-schoolwork afternoons, we have been busy making crafts that will serve as ornaments for our Christmas Tree this year. (photos to come later).
I prefer "art" to "crafts", but admit that these creations are adorable and seem to be getting more and more creative as time passes. The children's ideas seem endless. They are very involved, and are extremely enthusaistic - so far we have made God's Eyes with yarn, Snowmen and Santa's with tongue depressors & felt, snowflakes with popcicle sticks ...
So, we are all sticky with glue and glitter - the children are using Tacky Glue nearly by the gallon, and I am occassionally using a bit of Gorilla glue when additional hold-power is needed (all the while saying, please children do not touch the Gorilla glue because it is very sticky, is permenant, and will stain your hands).
So ... this having gone on for several hours each afternoon lately, as we craft together ...
On Monday afternoon ...
Cherub 6 (age 4yo) looks at me with a very puzzled look on his little face, and I can clearly see him mentally preparing the words in his mind that he is going to say .... UH, MOMMY, EXACTLY (prounounced ee-zack-wee) WHAT PART OF THE GORILLA DOES THE GORILLA GLUE COME FROM ? (Gorilla is prounounced gurl-will-wa)
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