While the whole Nichole/PAB "who's better than who/what are you doing with that fist" portion of the afternoon was playing out, and I was busy doing my job as the official event recorder and maker-upper of stories, Marisue was hard at work taking various shaped pieces of wood and turning them into a geometric shape.
The instructions said that the shape was supposed to be a cube. But clearly, that's only for hippies and weirdos that can't think for themselves and can't see beyond the straight, pre-programmed lines.
