Quinn has been asking me for days to "make a wreath". Now, my wreaths involve a hot glue gun and lots and lots of florist wire that takes a bit of patience. Being three, I thought we might have to make it short-attention-span friendly. So, cut up a little cardboard, broke out the green paint and got started. In our jammies. The way all good wreaths are made.
This is the result:
As we were debating where oh where to hang it, Quinn insisted that I move another wreath and put his there, instead. My little decorating dictator.
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