I've never really been frustrated with the boys before, but there's a first time for everything. I was making a wreath for my front door, and the flowers and ribbon and wreath form were just too much for the little ones. I swear they didn't leave me alone for a second while I was working on it, unravelling ribbon, chewing on the grape-vine form and attacking the flowers. I guess my frustration-free craft days are gone. It's a good thing they're cute.