The kid has gone nuts over post-it notes. She’s always been fascinated by them, and when she gets her hand on a stack she quickly plows through them. I remember these notes she wrote for us over a year ago. But she’s taking it to a whole new level now. In the morning, as I’m getting the oatmeal going and setting the table, she’s rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for the teeny-tiny pads. When we’re playing the organ chimes at church, she’s the little mouse hiding up on stage with the organist’s pencil and one treasured slip of 3M wonder in her hands – all that we dole out to her from the organ stash. She crams as many words or images, or lately, addition equations(?) as she can on them. She leaves us reminder notes in key locations – grocery lists, snack reminders, unreasonable requests she’s too shy to ask in person. Often times she professes her love or admiration for us, or for a friend, and these are likely posted next to one of the previously mentioned requests.
Last week she found a tiny little pad of four or five little sticky notes and the squeal of joy was so loud my ears were still ringing moments later. “I just LOVE sticky notes! They are my very favorite thing and are on the top of my Christmas list for Santa. Hmmm, I should really write down that list. I just need to find a bigger pad of sticky notes…”
Christmas is going to be easy this year. All we need is a twenty dollar bill and a quick trip to Office Max. Perfect.