Myyoungerson， Kelly， startedpreschoolwhenhewasfour， ， soIaskedtheteacherifhewashavingproblems."No， no." sheassuredme."Heisdoingfine—justinvolvedinacreativeproject."
OnceIaskedthroughtheclassroomdoorifhewasreadytoleave， heyelled， "Don' tcomein！ It' sasurprise." SoIwaitedpatientlyeachdayuntilhefinallyemerged， smilingandmysterious.
"Whatareyoudoinginthere？" Iasked.
"Makingsomething." hesaid.
？ Helikedbuildingthingsbystackingalphabetblocks， thenattachingLincolnLogsuntilhemadeastructurebigenoughforparkinghisHotWheelcars.
Eventuallythedayarrivedwhenheledhisclassoutthedoorcarryinghiscreativeproject， -wrappedpackageashecarefullywalkedtothecar， ."Here， Mom， it' ."
-coloredmacaronipieces—red， yellow， green， purpleandeveryothercolorinhiscrayonbox.
"It' sbeautiful， " Isaid， holdingitcarefullyandturningitthiswayandthatsothesunshoneonitthroughthecarwindow."Itlookslikearainbownecklace."
Heleanedonmyarmandstaredatitwithme."Imadeit， " hesaidconfidently， "allbymyself."
' sdad， .
AfterdinnerIleftonashortwalktothegrocerystoreforsomemilk."Wait， Mom！ Wait！" Kellyyelledasherandownthesidewalkafterme."Youforgotyournecklace！" Ibentdown， andhetieditaroundmyneck."Youlookpretty." hesaid.
Mynew， brightlycoloredmacaroninecklacecausedquiteastiratthemarket."Nicenecklace." ， "Oneofyourkidsmakeit？" ， "Iwantone， too."
NothingIhaveeverworncreatedmorecommentthanthatnecklace， andIworeitoften， enjoyingeveryword.
Overtime， however， ， ， schooleventsorGrandpa' ， andIwouldmisswearingitforourspecialfamilyoccasions.