Aurora had made a nice picture on her whiteboard, with a castle, Medieval homes, and farmland.  I thought she was finished.  When I walked into the room some hours later, I discovered that a dragon had ravaged her peaceful scene . . . (Aurora later told me it wasn't a dragon; it was a ghost fire snake.  Only four children from the castle escaped, and six people--two adults and four children--from the village escaped.)

I discourage my children from playing with their food, even the frosting in their sandwich cookies, but when we saw this poultry creation of Aurora's, we decided it was worth a picture before it disappeared down her throat.