Little Brother parked himself at the table yesterday with a box of markers and a stack of letterhead from my dad’s accounting business (when they moved, they gave my kids the rest of the stationery to use as scrap paper).
He was very busy writing and drawing and addressing papers to children in his class and to his teachers. He wants to make a picture for everyone (and there are 28 in his class!) He’s almost halfway there.
I just rifled through the pile. There are pictures of flowers, snowmen, Christmas trees. And each paper says “I love you” except one, which says “You roock.”