I love it when all 3 of my boys are gathered in one spot (that doesn’t involve playing video games) doing something creatively productive. Brings a tear to my eye.
Those little critters are my way of sucking up to my middle child, since we missed the concert. Not that he’s mentioned it once since that night. I still must keep in contention for my crown.
They’re book marks in case you didn’t know. I’m sure they’ll be tore up before a book gets near them. Doesn’t matter what the kids do to them, I did my part.