Ever since Jamie graduated to the Toddler room every week or so he comes home with an art project.
We proudly display each one on our fridge and admire our sons vast artistic abilities.
Because this is what came home yesterday.
Let the guessing games begin.
Thankfully he's not old enough to know any better, because neither my husband nor I are entirely sure what exactly this is.
We see his foot prints. We got that part. But past that we got nothing.
Some mistletoe? Get it...mistle-"toes"?
I know, it's a stretch.
Sorry kid, but it looks like you inherited your art skills from your mama.