Little scraps of paper, little notes---I find them EVERYWHERE these days. I just ASSUMED they were Corynns.
So when I found this paper the other day near the piano, I called her over and said "Corynn, you REALLY need to do a better job of picking up your notes and not leaving them on the floor." To which she replied.... "that isn't MINE."
"Well WHO, may I ask wrote it then?!?"
Andrew piped up "I DID!"
That is when stars started floating all about me and I scraped my jaw from the floor.
Since he is only four, I just assumed working on the letters in his name were top priority. Better rethink my strategy.