Sunday afternoon Marlo asked for some tape to seal up a piece of paper, and I made the huge mistake of turning my head for less than a minute. Because in that time she pulled almost the entire roll of tape out of its dispenser. I was like, DUDE. NOT OKAY.
“Tape!” she said back as if she had just discovered gold. I’m getting her boxes of this for Christmas.
This morning I had to figure out what to do with the three pieces that were left.