I’ve never been the artsy craftsy kind of mom that most kids wish to have. But what I lack in art skillz, I make up for in Yahtzee playing capabilities. But that’s neither here nor there.
Fortunately, my children, who are artistically bent thanks to their father’s gene pool, have been able to hone their own crafty needs. The latest craze in our house is origami. Using my 12 x 12 scrapbook paper. Which is fine, since I’m still stuck on Cailey’s baby book. (Cailey is nearly 10, by the way.) I know nothing of origami, as the only thing I can fashion a piece of paper into is a spit ball.
I kind of wish they’d broaden their pallet a bit, because this is what has roosted on my family room floor.
There were 45 at last count, evidently possessing the ability to breed. They did live on top of the kitchen counter, until my eye began twitching uncontrollably, and I threatened to cook the flock by means of a flammable material.
And there are more strategically placed throughout the house. We may need to move to accommodate the new hobby.