Have you ever noticed how tape disappears?
In a well stocked adult home, maybe not. But a
house with kids-especially artsy kids -tape is a rare find.
I remember tearing tiny pieces and hanging them from the
table edges just to insure the last strip of tape would bring
a project to completion.
Where are the scissors? Is a question that used to start me lying, or worrying, depending
on who asked it. Years back, when we only had one pair of scissors
in our house, Hubby assumed I might know the answer to questions like that
– where’s the scissors, where’s the tape –usually, they were under the couch,
or in the girls room because they were cutting out paper dolls
– but I didn’t know – I didn’t know where his pens went, or his tape dispenser
or the X-Acto knives. I’m sure they were around, but I didn’t know where.
I try to remember to include tape in our short ones birthday gifts. The more the better. It
doesn’t seem Birthday-ish but hey… Neither do socks and panties…
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