

Lily and Ben were playing with clay. They liked to create different things with their hands. Lily made a flower, Ben made a car.
"Look at my flower, Ben. It is pretty and pink," Lily said.
"Look at my car, Lily. It is fast and blue," Ben said.
They were happy with their creations. They put them on the table to dry.
Then, they saw a big jar of glitter. They wanted to make their things more shiny. They opened the jar and poured glitter on their clay.
"Oh no!" Lily cried. "The glitter is too much. It covers my flower. I can't see the pink anymore."
"Oh no!" Ben cried. "The glitter is too sticky. It sticks to my car. I can't see the wheels anymore."
They tried to take off the glitter, but it was hard. The glitter got on their fingers, their clothes, their hair. It even got on their toes.
They looked at each other. They looked at their things. They looked at the mess.
"This is terrible," they said together.
They heard a knock on the door. It was their mom.
"What are you doing, kids?" she asked.
She saw the glitter everywhere. She saw their sad faces.
She smiled and hugged them.
"It's okay, kids. You were trying to create something beautiful. Sometimes, things don't go as we plan. But we can always fix them. Let's clean up this mess and start again. Maybe we can use less glitter this time."
Lily and Ben nodded. They felt better. They loved their mom. They loved to create.
