conuly

Ana got to pet a turtle (she was really excited about this. Jenn asked her about it later, and Ana went into this enthusiastic description of how "the legs, and these legs, and these feet, and the tail, and it moved, the tail moved!!!!!!!" while making clever hand motions to illustrate the point) and make a model turtle.

It's like the Jack-o-Lanterns all over again. Every other kid got to go home with a green-colored "turtle" that looked like, well, a turtle. Kinda.

Ana ended up with the crumpled monstrosity covered in pink and brown and orange and blue and whatnot, and the eyes all crooked. I don't know what it looks like, but it's sure not a turtle.

But she was also the one who was willing to sit there far longer than any other child was, who got to put the glue on by herself and choose her own colors. If I had to guess, I'd say she had more fun than they did. But I'd also say I'm self-righteous, so who knows?

I do feel slightly bad comparing all the finished products, though. I just have to keep reminding myself that I have better things to do than to enforce conformity. *nodnodnod* (Isn't that a delightful way of spinning "and by the way, even if I didn't think it was silly, I'm far too lazy to give her that kind of 'help'"?)