For the past few weeks, Jack has been a one-man writing machine. He is regularly seen wandering the house with a piece of paper and a pen or pencil. Often he will ask me or Alex to write or draw something for him, but many times he will just go ahead and do it himself.
That’s chick-fuzz, not stubble.
I’ve had to start hiding my favorite pens from Jack so he doesn’t wander off with them. And I had to teach him NOT to push “start copy” on my printer/copier in order to get a blank piece of paper to come out.
He regularly will be sitting somewhere then get a glint in his eye and sprint off to find a piece of paper and a pen.
The only irritating part about this whole thing is that he steadfastly refuses to use scratch paper, meaning that if something is written or printed on the other side, that piece of paper has been Ruined. So my deep drawer of one-side-empty paper? Totally useless.
Fortunately we have friends looking out for us. Friends who do things like buy and wrap a ream of fresh clean paper for Jack for his birthday. I put it in our kid-paper drawer for him to work his way through, but evidently that doesn’t provide easy enough access. Just minutes ago when I wandered past his room, I found this:
Now if I could just get someone to write on the other side.