Felix is our artist.
He leaves caches of scissors and crayons in every place that he inhabits (including his bed), and often disappears for an hour at a time to make some new project.
He cuts an entire stack of napkins into 8ths to be placemats for stuffed animals.
He colors and cuts out clothing for his teddy bears.
He draws a flag, tapes it onto a broken dowl, and then stands outside waving it.
He cuts out and colors a crown for himself, then staples it onto a construction paper headband.
He meticulously copies the logo of each NFL team, then binds them together in a "book" made from a shipping box.
He raids the printer for more and more paper. He builds makeshift ladders to get at the stores of adult scissors, tape, and staplers that have been put out of his reach.
He'll be playing outside, and then is suddenly struck by the need to make houses out cereal boxes and runs back in.
He makes a poster for the Battle of the Bands. (The winning song, having just watched "Back to the Future," is "Johnny B. So Good")
He calls himself King Felix now. He has decided that he wants to be a King when he grows up. He says that he will allow me to be one of his guards.
He builds a throne for himself on top of the kitchen garbage can. The throne is approached by a series of steps made from stepstools and couch pillows. One must not tread on the steps to the throne with one's shoes on. Only King Felix is allowed to sit on the throne.
He builds a racetrack for his matchbox cars using colored pencils lined up end-to-end through the living room.
And all the while, more paper is spilled, more broken crayons are discarded, more bits of cut-up napkin are dropped haphazardly throughout the house.
It's a lot of work to clean up after an artist.
