The other night upon returning late from the bookstore, I found that Pam had gone to bed already. The only one awake in the house was Rowan, who came out to me all cuteness, smiles, and red cheeks and proferred a sketch pad to me.

"Here's the drawing pad, Daddy."

I had no idea why she was coming out to give this to me at 10:30 pm, but as with many things the kids do I just accepted it and thanked her. I also advised her that it was very late and ushered her back into her bedroom to go to sleep, where (aHa!) saw that she had been busily cutting up pages from the drawing pad into small confetti that was strewn all about the room, making it into a winter wonderland of small white bits of paper. :)