This offended a sense of order and even, I daresay, morality in our fiery daughter. She did not see this as helping. She perceived it as poaching. For his part, Chet Baker perceived the puzzle pieces as small, tasteless bikkits, perhaps, and he persisted in begging for them long after he knew they were just pasteboard. Please. Let me sniff that tiny bikkit. I may want to chew it up.
After repeated deployment of her Death Glare, Phoebe and the more pliant and obedient Liam were soon left alone to their meditative work.
The birds are the least of it.
To say this puzzle is challenging is, um, an understatement. Self-proclaimed "puzzle freaks" will love it, because they'll know they can beat it. I'm more of a throw-up-the-white-flag puzzle person, in awe of real puzzlers, and happy to let them tackle it.
It's really coming under control now. I think this was the last day.
They all run together. Ahh, I love this scene. Kids, with the time, the concentration, and the leisure to work on a puzzle. Phoebs wants one for the dorm she lovingly oversees as a student proctor. She will get one! Better hide those bird pieces until everyone's done the sky, girl. Or better yet, let them work it out themselves.
In the end, Phoebe settled on a systematic way of locating the correct blue pieces. She made separate piles of each shape, discerned which shape and color she needed next, went to the correct pile, and tried every one in the pile until she got the right one. Holy Pope Smokes!
That's a mighty proud pair o' kids there. I am incredibly proud of them for completing it! These photos were taken before they busted it up so they could do it again. Someday. Not really soon.