One of the real frustrations of having children is watching them play with paper, scissors, sculpie, beeswax, whatever, and just letting them. Not trying to outdo them, or correct them, or take over the whole operation yourself for whatever artistic vision passes through your head.

As I write this, Max is making .... multicolored wheels which might become a very colorful car, I think ... with sculpie, which means that we get to bake it and keep it in perpetuity. Or until it gets stepped on, whichever comes first.

You could get down there and play too. :) Kids today have such cooler toys than they did when I was young. (Although I'll never forget the year my niece disdained the huge pile of Christmas gifts in favor of playing with the shipping carton full of styrofoam peanuts.)

But I agree. It's really tough to just let kids follow their own ideas and not "correct" them when they try something nonstandard.