Mina asked me for her textas and crayons this morning. I keep them up on my desk, because, after the 50th packet went AWOL somewhere in the 4 year old’s room of mystery and adventure (Read: pigsty that I refuse to clean), I have decided that she needs a gatekeeper of all things art. So, she asked me for a piece of paper, and asked me to fold it in half …
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