So I want to tell you a little story about Marley and her creativity. Here we were at craft time the other day. The park sets up craft day three times a week, so after swim team practice we usually head down to the park with a bunch of other kids and friends from swim team to do the craft. The craft this day was a foam chicken. Each person got his or her own bag of foam pieces that fit together to make this chicken. They sat down with glue and began to get to work. There was one chicken already completed for the kids to look at for reference. Marley being the Marley that she is went right to work gluing the flowers and pink parts. She glued on the eyeball and the beak where she decided they belonged. Did she even know it was a beak? Probably not. She marches to her own drummer. The whole time, there is little Bret putting her chicken together. Now Bret also hears her own special beat. She is a little older, so she did conform to the chicken idea. Yet where she put her flowers, how many she used, and where her feathers ended up, well that was her own creation. Marley, marveling at her creation, lifted it up to show Bret, who adequetly acknowledged the foam creation. Then Marley looked at Bret's chicken with a small startle in her eyes. "Hey, I want to do a chicken too, Mom."
Even after she saw Bret's foam thing, with the same pieces that hers had, she was clueless to the fact that they started with the same thing. She thought that she was given this Picasso of shapes, while Bret had been given a chicken.
I guess if you are given lemons, you get to choose whether to make lemon marangue pie or lemonaide.
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