Remember awhile back when I mentioned I had to make a dinosaur diorama? I actually wanted to tell that story here and just didn't have time that week.
So, about a month ago Aliza had to make a dinosaur diorama. So you know how that went, right? I had to make a dinosaur diorama. I mean, this was something a 2nd grader could not do by themselves completely. She doesn't know where I keep empty shoe boxes. I rummaged through the plastic bin of craft supplies (i.e., leftover tissue paper, dried bottles of glue, watercolor paints so old that all the colors are brown, random sequins and beads, and an enormous packet of construction paper) and decided the construction paper and tissue paper would make good grass, sky, and a pond.
And honestly, from there Aliza took over. She decided to make trees from sticks and balled-up green tissue paper. She decided the pond would look better if she glued a bunch of blue shiny sequins to it. And she was right.
We walked it into class proudly.
I was shocked to see the other kids' dioramas. Outrageously complicated, detailed, perfect dinosaur dioramas that clearly no 2nd grader had done, unaided. Their parents must be professional artists. These could have been movie sets from "Land of the Lost."
I swallowed my suspicion and commented to her teacher about how awesome (and I'm not overusing the term "awesome" here, I mean, they really did induce "awe") some of them were. Her teacher nodded, lowered her voice, and told me she knows when a child did the work and when a parent did. She wasn't born yesterday.
She thought Aliza's dinosaur diorama was excellent.