It was suppose to be bedtime, and she was suppose to in bed (not sleeping, I'm a realist - my children don't sleep.) Instead she comes running from the kitchen all excited bits or tape and feathers stuck to her grubby pyjama's. O: Look what I made Mommy!
Me: Huh, where'd you come from?
O: The kitchen, look what I made all by myself! It's a GIRAFFE!
Pom-poms + feathers + pipe cleaners + googly eyes + lots of tape = creative genius.
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