Watching Paint Dry

When I was in elementary school, I used to sift through dumpsters on the last day of school, looking for old textbooks and office supplies. Everyone needs a hobby.

Ian may be following in his father’s footsteps. Though, admittedly, to a more hygienic degree:

‘With just over an hour before Mommy’s return, I suddenly remembered the coiled tube lying in my drawer. Finally, my inner pack-rat had earned its keep! I called Ian to my desk, and slowly started to draw out the snake. Ian’s eyes widened as it emerged, link by link. I felt like a magician from Office Depot.’

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