Basket Weaving

Okay so in the 4th grade you have to do a lot of lame stuff. We were all assigned an Indian tribe to research and report back on - not lame. Then we had to pick a particular aspect to really hone in on - not lame. The choices were food, music, clothing, art and weapons - lame, lame, really lame, lame and awesome! I raised my hand and waived it around like a maniac when Mrs. Polster called for volunteers to cover weapons, but of course every other male in my class did too. So I got stuck with art. L A M E!

Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, Mom ordered a basket weaving kit for me! What?!

Basket weaving is no joke. It's ridiculously hard.

Mom kept telling me I'd make a terrible Indian woman. She was so right. Thank goodness she would make a much better Indian woman and she is always willing to help me out.

The finished product is not at all functional. It just topples right over.

and this took us an entire Saturday. Literally... we would be kicked right out of the Deleware tribe.