Paper. My daughter is the queen of paper. She is uber creative and likes to craft various memorabilia ranging from fake playstation game controllers to images of her future boyfriend*. I sit down at the computer. Paper. I go to the kitchen. Paper. I look for the remotes. I find Paper. Toybox? Paper. Empty the vacuum? Paper.

Sometimes I have to get after her for not keeping the paper cleaned up a bit, but it has been cheap love. Her creative energy is amazing to watch and fun to laugh with (and at, sometimes). I nearly fell out of my chair at her most recent creation, a picture of her current boyfriend-who-must-not-be-named. She cut out tiny pink hearts for her eyes. That was detail work.

That's my girl.

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* I am sure he will appreciate having been a paper doll at one point in his life.