Modge Podge

I just about modge podged my entire kitchen this evening. My daughter was given a research assignment on dinosaurs before Thanksgiving. She did the research before break and then she needed to make a model of the dinosaur she chose. So she made one out of model magic when we were at my mother's. She didn't bring it in on Monday because some of the pieces came apart during the flight home and need to be glued. I thought the model looked appropriate for something that a first grader would do. Well, apparently there must be some very talented first graders in her class because she came home on Monday and announced that she can not bring in her model because it is no where near as good as what the rest of her class is turning in. As she tells it, the other kids have turned in dinosaurs made out of legos almost as big as she is and other similarly fabulous creations. So, I agreed to help her make something else that she would feel more comfortable turning in. Her only request is that it be able to stand. So Monday I couldn't get her to work on it - she was just fried from the first day back. Last night she had art after school and by the time we got home she had enough time to choke down dinner and rush to Daisy scouts. So, tonight was the night. We came up with the idea to take a soda bottle and modge podge it with construction paper and then she wanted to use egg carton for feet. We're not sure what we're going to use for a tail yet. So tonight we modge podged and if you have ever used that stuff you know it is completely messy. So about half way through I decided that it probably wasn't such a good idea to use it directly on my granite counter tops so I started to clean up the area so we could put some wax paper down. Well, I'm not entirely sure how it got knocked off the counter because I really didn't think I bumped it but the entirely full container of modge podge went sailing off the counter top onto the floor and just basically exploded when it hit the ground. I had modge podge EVERYWHERE! It reminded me of the great chili explosion of 1999 in the all white kitchen of our apartment. Anyway after much clean up I think I have it all wiped up and I had to declare that we'd had enough modge podging for one night. Why can't parents just let their kids do their own projects. If they had than my daughter could have turned in her perfectly fine model magic dinosaur and we'd be done and my tree would have gotten decorated tonight. Oh well! I am such a hypocrite though because I'm certain that I am going to work on the project tomorrow while she is at school so all we have left to do after she gets home is slap that puppy together.