Once a week I take my son to an art class. We sing a song and then do a craft project related to the song. Today, my son told the teacher that he wanted to make a cockroach. I fought the urge to scream "We don't have roaches!"
Someone suggested we sing La Cucaracha. The teacher went with it, and we all made cockroaches out of paper plates, pipe cleaners, and glitter. Two hoity toity moms got upset and announced that they were making "bugs" and not cockroaches.
We made an awesome glitter incrusted cockroach with giant googly eyes.
Also, please note that we don't have roaches. I swear. The opportunistic ones that come inside if we forget to plug the drain don't count.
