Welcome/Good-bye Books: A How-To Guide

I am hopeless at instructions. When they come with something I buy, I always toss them aside. Later, I may have to retrieve them out of the recycling bin, but I use them sparingly, on a strictly need-to-know basis. When it comes to crafts, the instructions always have to be pretty general, otherwise, I'm just not interested. However, my daughter really likes to order things and narrate with instructions while she makes projects. She has helped me have a new appreciation for instructions. She likes to let me know the steps.

Here are the steps to making a "Welcome/Good-bye Book".

1. First, fold a piece of paper.

2. Glue a picture from a calendar on the cover.

Like this.

3. Write "Welcome" above the calendar picture.

Like this.

4. On the back cover, glue a picture of someone you know.

5. Write "Good-bye" above the picture of someone you know.

6. Inside, write things you want to put on a menu or anything else you want to use it for.

So, there you have it. You can make your very own Welcome/Good-bye book today!
What is a Welcome/Good-bye book you ask? I am going to let you decide for yourself.

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