Next time Abby asks if she can go downstairs and make me a present while I'm reading to the boys, I might think to ask exactly what she intends to do before granting her permission to do some unsupervised crafting.
Two bottles of glue and one hundred jumbo popsicle sticks later, she brought me a beautiful Christmas present to put under the tree.
"But it's just for decoration, Mommy," she informed me. "I didn't put anything in it. And I glued it shut."
I assured her that was just fine, and it would make a lovely decoration.
"I used plenty of glue so it won't fall apart," she explained. "I made for you because you're my favorite Mommy in the whole world."
And this just might be my favorite Christmas present ever.