The Culinary Arts

Our kitchen floor is perpetually strewn with a huge array of Cheerios which Evi flings from the table whenever she eats. After breakfast Sierra was stepping around and smashing them with her shoe one by one into mini piles of dust. I was too tired to try to get her to stop, so I just gave her a questioning look, as in: "What exactly are you doing?" She said, "Look Mommy, I'm making art!"