Thank you for all the condolences concerning the loss of my creative mojo. I'm about to stick its little face on some milk cartons in hopes it will find its way back home.
My students, however, still have their's.
I love these kindergarten clay faces.
Some just make me laugh.
Some I appreciate for the memory of a child working so carefully to get it "just right."
Out of the nearly 80 kindergarten students, not one said that their's was anything less than anyone else's.
That everyone loved their's, makes me happy.