Foster doesn’t really sit and color, ever. Sometimes I feel a little jealous watching other people’s kids pass many consecutive minutes with crayon in hand, only because of the peace the parents get to have during this time. But I took this picture from the hallway today because I find his work totally cool too. You’d think the first pic is a photo of our junk room, where we hide trash before guests come over. Not so. Everything in here has been pleaded from us by Foster’s upturned eyelashes and stretched out hands: magical gems to be cut out, stuffed in, and taped together. In the last picture, I think he made a key-pad to get into the room. No idea what the bags on the door are about. He loves to fold up a piece of paper in some small way and treasure it for a while. It all just makes me giggle. I can’t wait to see how his trash creating evolves. 🙂