So she brought home this big, neat, clean piece of white posterboard, and we started brainstorming. Or rather, I said "I have an idea!" and sketched it out on a piece of scrap paper. She liked it enough that she said "go for it!" and I sketched it on the posterboard. Then I started lining in black permanent marker. Then I started coloring... and then managed to stop *only* because she said "Um I'M supposed to do this poster!" I am an ART HOG.
I reigned it in, and it came out well!

I think I just miss doing art... I used to be pretty good at that drawing stuff, so when I get to flex those almost-forgotten muscles now and again, I get a little carried away.
This is the second time this has happened (the first being a painted poster of the Amazon rain forest that I totally took over and painted myself - it wasn't for a grade, but still), and I don't know whether the kid *likes* that I seem to take over, or secretly hates it and will require therapy later. Hm.
** Oh I loved those so much when I was a kid - the sight of all those unopened boxes packed full of new books would set my heart aflutter. Even the little slip they'd send home once a month where you could pick books would thrill me; it was one of my favorite things about the kid's grade school years, I got to play with that again! I mean, come ON! Books! For you! Delivered TO YOUR CLASSROOM! *swoon* I think that's why I spend so much damn money at Amazon...for the thrill of that clean, neat Amazon box waiting for me at home, filled with plastic-wrapped books, brand new and just for me! NERD!
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I used to loved going through the Scholastic catalog with you - and hated that I had to make you pick out "only" 10 or 12 books at a time (sometimes the budget only allowed 5 - what a bummer!) so I have fond memories, too. And NICE POSTER!
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