The Artist is prolific

The Parasite goes to a lovely daycare centre every day where people with far more patience than I teach her how to paint and glue and colour within the lines. It's great! The caregivers are so, well, caring, that they seem to save each and every piece of paper that she touches with a crayon. I guess I'm supposed to feel like I'm there with her even when I'm not? It's sweet. Really, it is. But...

I'm often faced with an inch-thick stack of "stuff" that I have to do "something" with. Seriously, this is what I picked up from her little cubby TODAY ALONE:

An even bigger pile came home last Wednesday. Man, my house is small! I feel like I shouldn't be able to bring myself to toss it, but she's TWO. I have several more years of artwork to, um, look forward to. So now it's time for The Host to ask YOU! What do you do with all this shit artistically valid detritus?