Henry and I were re-organizing some things in his room the other night. As part of the process, we went through a huge stack of his art and I held up each sheet and he said "keep" or "throw away." In the end, the keep pile was about 35 deep and the pile to be thrown away had about 9 in it. It was a start at least! I tossed the throw away pile somewhere along the way as we worked on the rest of the room. Just as I finished emptying the vacuum into the trash can Henry runs in the kitchen panicked- he suddenly realized he wasn't really ready to part with those drawings after all and he wanted them back and where were they?
Under a pile of vacuum nastiness in the kitchen trash. I was not about to let him take those filthy papers back in his room, or breathe in all that dust and dirt trying to clean them off.
Daddy to the rescue:
I cannot believe we have a mask like that in our garage and I didn't even know it. The things Joe has accumulated could save a small village, I swear.
He looked up at me and said "I am smiling under here, can you see it in my eyes?"
Okay, see that paper? There's nothing on the back. The marks you see are what he wanted to save. Really, Henry?!!
He sat there in that mask and wiped every last inch of those papers with a microfiber cloth and got them clean. More power to you, little buddy.
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