Earlier today: "Mom, we need more white paper. There's none left in the drawer. Or in the printer tray."
Tonight from the three-year-old as I try to sort paper and throw away (after photographing!) my children's creations and recycle their used paper with blank sides into the printer tray: "Mommy, don't throw any of my artwork away!"
How did people raise children before the invention of inexpensive paper?
And why did the three-year-old take a nap? It's past ten o'clock and she insists she's not tired yet. I am.