On Saturday morning, I lounged sideways on the big chair in the living room while drinking my morning coffee. And by "coffee", I mostly mean vanilla caramel coffee-mate because oh my word, that stuff is divine.
The boys were playing underfoot while Ashley roamed around without a purpose. She eventually plopped on my lap while I balanced my coffee-mate precariously.
"Mommy, I want to make some art."
Okay, that sounds easy enough. "Well, what kind of art do you want to make?" I asked.
"I want you to pick the kind of art," she responded. So I threw out various options:
"Do you want to color?"
"Do you want to paint?"
"Do you want to use your stamps?"
At this point, I was running out of art to choose from. "Well, what kind of art do you want to do?"
Ashley looked annoyed. "Mommy, it's still your turn to pick."
Then we got in a little side-coversation about how it was certainly not my turn to pick anymore, but I'll spare you the play-by-play. Suffice it to say, I lost. So I ended up suggesting that she make a collage.
Her eyes widened. "A collage? What's a collage?"
We then went around the house together, picking up old magazines and ads from the weekly circular, while I explained the ins and outs of collage-making. "You just find pretty pictures in a magazine, cut them out, and then paste them on a new piece of paper." As I was explaining it, I thought to myself, boy - making collages sounds kind of boring. But Ashley seemed to dig the idea nonetheless.
So I set her up at the kitchen table with some safety scissors and a gluestick, and went back to my giant mug of coffee-mate. A little while later Ashley called me in to see her finished product.
"Look mommy! I made a collage of beautiful ladies."
Apparently Ashley had discovered the Kohl's lingerie ad. And all of the pretty pictures contained therein.
I'll give her this. She certainly knows how to make collage-making exciting.