They both really worked hard--and I put in a little time myself helping them get all the stuff together, and supplying an idea or two. I was never so glad to see a project finished, but we are pleased with the end results.
Yesterday, on the way home from school, M. announced that she had made a 100 on her diorama. I looked at A. through the rear view mirror, and he looked so sad. He said, "I got a 72." I immediately slammed on my brakes, and very indignantly said "What?" That's crazy!" Oh, how the kids laughed. He got a 100 too--he just thought it would be funny to make me sweat a little! The brat.