I came to pick them up, and find some contraption that Mica made, and some paper collage that Isaak put together. I'm not complaining. I just find it amusing.
The last time I picked up Mica he made this:
My Dad AKA Grandpa said that Mica wasn't into the juice bottle. It's all they had. He wanted something better. He wanted to paint the box black, but didn't have time to do it. He wanted the hose off his air compressor, but my Dad wouldn't give that up. Gee I wonder why? ;)
In the car ride home Mica rattled on and on about how he wanted to find some way of getting colored lights in his juice container.
We have a little creative perfectionist.