Do they even have Eagles in Egypt? That's what Sarah wanted to know.

Remember last year, when Peter was in the 4th grade and worked very hard on his Country Festival Project?

 Well, Sarah's in 4th grade now and they've already started working on the project.  She really, really, really, really, really wanted Ireland.  That was her first choice.  The teacher had each student to list their top 10 countries for the project. 

The teacher drew names from a hat and as she drew out your name, you got to pick from your list.  But, as luck would have it, Sophie was called before Sarah and Sophie chose Ireland. 

Sarah was mad.  And then her second pick (France) was taken.  Sarah was mad.

So that left her with her third choice...Egypt.

Which would have been fine except that last night that had to draw the flag of their chosen country.  And in art class in a couple of weeks, they are going to make large flags to use in the country parade that they do through the halls.

This is Egypt's flag:

Do you see that Eagle in the center of the flag?  That small golden Eagle gave my girl fits last night.

Fits!

For two hours she cried, cursed Sophie, rolled on the floor moaning about how horrible her life was, all the while trying to draw this eagle. 

She made the eagle to big, she drew it off center, she made it too small. She was upset that even if she did get this eagle drawn tonight there was no way she was ever going to be able to paint one on a big cloth flag.

And then there was more crying, more snot blowing, more wailing and moaning and gnashing of teeth.

I was waiting for her to put on sack cloth and rub ashes all over her face. 

Luckily it didn't get to that point.  After two hours of this nonsense, a shower to calm her down and the threat of bedtime in less than 30 minutes, she sat down (still cursing poor Sophie under her breath) and drew the damn eagle!

And it looked pretty good. 

And no, I don't have a picture because there was no way I was going to try to take a picture.  That would have sent her over the edge.  

And then she finally went to bed.  And then Daddy finally got home from work.

As I was telling his about the whole thing, I bemoaned the fact that we weren't going to have any items from Egypt for her display because I couldn't think of anyone we knew who had been to Egypt. (The whole reason she wanted Ireland or France is that Dan travels there frequently on business and we have some things from there.)

And then Dan said, "Hosam at work is from Egypt!  I'm sure he would help us out."

cue the angels singing

And cue me already praying for the art teacher when they start working on the big cloth flags.  She's going to need it!