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The boys have had a renewed interest in crafting this week.  Fischer broke out his Crafts for Kids book, popsicle sticks, pipe cleaners, and glue and went to town.  He made a picture frame, which broke immediately and a popsicle stick xylophone, which also broke.  We need to rethink our glue choice.  Next, Sawyer helped him work on a pipe cleaner and button necklace until they realized they would need more buttons.  Then, he landed on a magic wand.  It used a pencil, a pipe cleaner and cutout paper teeth - because he couldn't make a star.  

The boys waited anxiously for the glue to dry so they could try it out.  

"What magic are you going to try to do?" Sawyer asked. 

"I don't know, maybe shrink myself," replied Fischer.  They recently watched Honey I Shrunk the Kids for the first time.  But when the wand was ready for its test run, the first thing Fischer said was, "Abra cadabra, make a bunch of candy in our room!"

"I wonder if it worked?" said Sawyer.  "It might not work, it's just a pencil."

"It didn't sparkle or anything," Fischer agreed.  

Meanwhile, I remembered where I had stashed a couple of suckers and popped them into my pocket.  Sawyer was finishing up his own wand, so I told the boys I needed to blow my nose, which was true, and headed down the hall.  On the way past their room, I may or may not have dropped a few suckers on their floor.  

When they finally went to see if their magic worked, Fischer was incredulous.  Sawyer was a little more skeptical, but it didn't stop him from trying a few spells of his own.  It kept Fischer practicing and perfecting his magic the rest of the morning, and he still isn't convinced that his wand didn't work.  "It may have only had enough magic for one trick."  

He asked me if I had any suckers, and I truthfully told him I did not...(because I had put them all in his room).  I forgot to tell him that part.  

I'm not sure if that was parenting genius or if it makes me a terrible person.  Sometimes that is a bit of a gray area.  Either way, the amount of time it occupied both boys and the entertainment I enjoyed from it  made it a win in my book*.  

*You might not want to take your hints and tips from my book.  

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