Yesterday I measured the craft room at the gatehouse to make sure everything would fit.
As I measured and wrote and measured and wrote some more……suddenly…..behind me…..a tiny voice piped up.
“Umm….Mom,” she said in a whisper, tapping on my shoulder.
“Mom….can I ask you a question…..
…..where do we put our art stuff?”
I put down the measuring tape.
This was serious.
I could almost hear the tiny pieces of paper that live in the twins’ art house knocking at the door.