This morning, Jonas wanted to “make some art.” He had construction paper, scissors, a glue stick, crayons, old envelopes, and sticky dots. He hummed and worked and occasionally called out what he wanted me to see: a house! A foot! A letter for Daddy!
Then the phone rang, and I started chatting with my friend. Jonas took off down the hall– and I told him to bring the scissors back to the kitchen. He returned with coupon flyers and cut out coupons for a little while. When he went back to his room, I thought he was empty-handed. (Cue ominous music.)
I hung up the phone and went to check on Jonas. There he stood… With his pajama pants in tatters. He told me later that he was being twins with Daddy because he has a hole in his shirt. Seriously, what?!?