Because I can be quite devious. Which is why I think I'll do okay with a certain child when they are a teen. Because I've been there, batted the eyes, and got the t-shirt.
Anyhoo, today after Bookworm left for her back to school dance on a SCHOOL NIGHT, three weeks into school no less, Popcorn suddenly realized she needed a lanyard.
And it was "required." And apparently some girl had a super cute one made out of duct tape, and couldn't we just whip one up?
"I have not the faintest idea how to make a lanyard." I then considered the subject closed and began to clean the kitchen, secure in the knowledge that she would surely bury herself in "Wipeout" and forget all about the silly I-don't-really-believe-it's-required-lanyard.
As I poured the leftovers in a freezer bag for a hectic day when we would need a yummy dinner, I saw her digging through the crap cabinet (some people have craft drawers, cabinets, or even rooms. We have a crap cabinet) and dragging out streamers, leather scraps, and beads that were a gift from like her 6th birthday (told you we weren't crafty around here.)
She had visions of wrapping the streamers in leather scraps and somehow incorporating the beads. I tried not to look as skeptical as I felt about this endeavor..."MOooooOOOoooM! You said you had a fabulous idea!"
"No. I said I hadn't the faintest idea. Big difference."
"Oh." And then she went all disappointed looking on me and continued to dig through the cabinet that I had actually organized a few short weeks before...
"Let me see what I can find." And I lifted my shoe box of sewing notions from the top of my closet and she dug through it as if it were buried treasure...
As we sifted through the bounty on my bed, I felt as if something were looking down at me. It was a rather strange and random sensation...
And then a brown recluse fell out of my hair and skittered onto my leg. I freaked out and knocked it to the floor. I snatched up a kleenex and smashed him to bits before he could scurry under the bed.
The spider is rather irrelevant to this tale, but I felt the need to share my trauma with you. I have felt as if I've been covered in creepy crawlies ever since.
Anyway. Popcorn and I managed a lanyard. And now her flash drive is in no danger of being confused with another student's.
We decided that perhaps we had a random crafty hair after all.