One little, two little, three little indians . . .

Mr. Busy approached me last night (at bedtime, no less)and reminded me that he had a project due Friday morning or he risked getting a big fat ZERO. What kind of project, you ask? A diarama of a SIOUX INDIAN VILLAGE. Um, yea. I wish he had either: A)reminded me SOONER, or B) taken it upon himself to work on the project unassisted. Alas, neither occurrence took place. So we did half of it last night and will do the other half tonight. I actually dreamed last night that I lived in a teepee made from pieces of a paper grocery bag . . .