Yesterday, my two-year-old whipped out the address book and a pair of scissors.
I found him sitting on the kitchen floor, cutting out shapes and then coloring each triangle with a black Sharpie.
I picked up one or two scraps, trying to make out which names and info I was holding, and then it occurred to me – I didn’t actually care.
My address book is well over 10 years old.
Honestly, I’m not even sure why we still own one. Don’t people put all that important stuff in phones nowadays?
Anyway, I’m totally not heartbroken that this relic was just destroyed.
Quite frankly, I’m just impressed with how well my kiddo was holding a pair of scissors.
And, by the way, he totally used that Sharpie without getting any on the floor or himself. That, in itself, is enough of a win to say screw it.
So, to anyone who usually receives a Christmas card from my family –
Try not to be too surprised when one doesn’t come.