Last night I went to a Christmas tea, and we had to do a craft. Mine turned out like this:
The thing had one foot in the garbage as I tossed it into my bag to take home. This morning Sarah saw it in my bag and said, "What on earth is that thing?" I told her it was my craft from last night, and she said, "Ooohhhh...can I rework it?" I told her by all means to have at it. Two minutes later she had produced this piece of holiday loveliness:
I said, "Wow, you are really crafty. I don't have a crafty bone in my body." Sarah said, "I have thirty of them."