We're getting pretty desperate around here. There are exactly two days--who's counting, right?--left to this summer vacation. I'm all tapped out; my energy is drained. Why don't they go to school year-round?
With lack of a better idea, today I gave the kids scissors, tape and access to the recycling bin. I told them to let their imaginations go wild. Catcher made a gun, of course. Correction: it is a rocket arm blaster. Not too shabby, though. It made it through the whole day intact, which is more than I can say for my sanity.