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Almost like NYE

I found a roll of contact paper in my "teacher stash" downstairs and remembered having my kiddos put tissue paper onto the paper. I looked around and couldn't find any tissue paper that wasn't red and green (no offense, red and green, but I wanted something brighter).  I brought the contact paper upstairs and left it on the table for about a week.

I quickly noticed and appreciated the 3 pieces of tissue paper the kind ladies at Victoria's Secret put into my bag to wrap my new investments.  I also spied a piece of white paper with golden dots and whipped out my scissors to cut those bad boys up.

I taped a piece of that contact paper onto the fridge with the sticky side out (obviously) so that we could experiment with putting the tissue paper onto it.


finding the perfect spot!
She's got that crazy look in her eye.
I sincerely don't know how it's possible that I didn't expect her to do what she did next.  In my 8 years of professional experience and my 32 years of life experience, I still didn't see it coming.




So.  That happened.  


she sat right down and started to sweep up the remaining paper.
she's such a good helper bug!

She had a good time, I guess, because after her nap, she returned to the scene of the crime and was looking for the tissue paper and kept touching the fridge to see if it was sticky.  I LOVE watching her investigate.  And the "product?"  A pretty collage!

*I hate products and don't think they should be the goal of any art experience, but when they happen, I love them and treasure them.

We had ourselves a good ol' time.

Cheers!
Mama Porch

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