Aggravating or endearing? I am making notes for my review -- that's right, still in the pre-writing mode :o( -- I turn the page in my notebook (on which I wrote "Mom" in purple marker, to distinguish it from each of the girls' OWN notebooks which I had to buy for them when they saw that I was *gasp* spending money for my own supplies before classes began) and what do I find? A drawing from my 6-year-old. Turn the page. Not to be outdone, my 3-yr-old has written her name. Next page. A collaborative effort that fills the entire page. This goes on for about 10 pages. Of Mom's notebook. In 15 years or so, I'll probably look back on this and cry when there aren't doodled pages and markered walls and floors littered with toys and dress-up clothes. But today, I'm slightly annoyed. I'll have to remember to put their notebooks out in a more prominent location for tomorrow.
Right after I stop procrastinating about this paper...
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