Today when I picked up Finn from school, he was insistent that he wanted to take his “project” home. His teachers and I thought he was talking about the project he did today but that one wasn’t dry. “No,” he said, “my project!” Not an entirely helpful description. Finally, Teacher Ana remembered that he did a project last week — and lo and behold that was the one he was talking about. (Thank goodness she remembered because I’d still be there negotiating with Finn if she hadn’t.)
This is his masterpiece.
He was sure Ezra was going to love it because it’s all green. He spent the entire car ride home from school telling me about every detail, down to which way it should be held. When we picked up Ezra, Finn immediately showed him his treasured piece, and said, “Ezra, do you love it?” As I was holding my breath, hoping that Ezra would say something nice, I heard, “It’s really, really neat!” Sigh. Such sweet boys.