Apparently I did not read in the tea leaves of this project's instructions that you - that's YOU, mama - are actually supposed to fashion a doll you could find at a toy museum. Or maybe you are supposed to outsource your child's pilgrim project to a firm in Plymouth that specializes in crafting perfectly despicably delightful clothespin dolls. Because today we had to attend a little Thanksgiving lunch for the first graders, and the entire hallway was lined with tables sporting the most ridiculously intricate, adorable little pilgrim people:
The Shining" for me - ye gads, you all. What a nightmare.
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Dear friends, if you have the answer, please let me know, so that I might weigh this evidence against moments lost sipping Pinot Noir and watching edifying television.