My two-year-old was asked to build a snowman with construction paper and glue in pre-school the other day. Handed all the appropriate parts (a hat, a nose, black buttons and three white snowballs) here’s what came home.
Clearly, we have a budding Jackson Pollock on our hands.
No?
Confessions of a Serial Swooper 
[…] sense. The one with raisins in her hair. The one who thinks her child’s scribbles are works of art. The one who’s always shushing her children in restaurants. The one whose house is slowly […]