Crafting had never been a passion of mine. However, I understand the value of creativity and getting hands-on experience. When the boys were young, we would play kids’ songs and bring out the craft supplies. It was often a chaotic mess. Creative, but chaotic. There was that time when my youngest son became frustrated because something wouldn’t stick to a styrofoam ball. I tried to help him and quickly became frustrated, too. Determined to make that feather or foam letter or whatever it was, stick to that %$&@ ball, I resorted to Super Glue. Of course I applied the Super Glue, not my pre-schooler! I mean, what kind of mother do you think I am?
Soon, my son was frustrated again. It appeared that the Super Glued styrofoam ball had stuck to his t-shirt. Never fear son, Super Mom is here! I gave it a yank. Then, my son yowled like a cat with its tail slammed in a door. Apparently, the Super Glued ball not only stuck to his t-shirt … but also to the skin on his chest.