Pack rat

Josephine’s art table had a half-foot of papers and drawings and craft projects and junk on it and it was time to clean. I told her to sort everything on the table into three piles: keep, recycle and maybe. When she finished, she had one teetering “keep” pile and no other stacks. As she placed the last few bits and scraps on the pile, I heard her say, “Oh! A broken rubber band. Of course I love it.”

Of course.

Totally unrelated, our recycle bin is quite full tonight…


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