Camilla
I smiled as I pulled my art supplies from the canvas bags hidden under the table. I'd planned a craft for the children today, and I hoped that they would have fun with their creations.
"Okay guys, I have something special for us to do today," I told the five eager faces gathered around the table. "We're going to make our very own picture frames!"
I had given the parents instructions to send a copy of a small family photo in advance, explaining that it was for a planned activity. Everyone had happily complied with my request, and it pleased me that I would be able to send the end result home with all of my charges.
"Camama, do we have daddy's picture?" Isabella asked hopefully as I passed out the small wooden frames.