More Paper, Please
Perhaps you can remember the days when you had classic dorm room, or bachelor furniture. A few plastic chairs, a hand-me-down lamp, or even the ever popular futon. I remember those days….
I also remember the first sofas we bought. Traditional rounded backs covered in rich, caramel colored, distressed leather. Our formal living room had sat empty for over a year. The children were young, we were young. Open space for riding in brightly colored plastic vehicles seemed more practical than having fancy furniture that no one would be allowed to sit on anyway. After a while, though, we wanted to feel like grown ups. So we purchased some “real” furniture. By this time our youngest was in pre-school and we had passed several milestones as a family. We were ready for the next step – furniture that we didn’t have to assemble ourselves.
Less than a week after the new sofas arrived, I looked… and then did a double take. Eyes popping and mouth wide open, I thought I must be mistaken, ” are those blue ink marks on my new sofa!?” I blinked in disbelief. Then I blinked again. Reeling with shock I rounded up the usual suspects.
“Who wrote on the sofa?” I asked in an uncharacteristically calm and eerily quiet interrogation. I was numb with shock. Quietly the two year old confessed (he was the only child at home during the incident). Why? I ask in stunned disbelief (my kids certainly knew better – or so I had thought).
In a matter-of-fact tone, he explained what had happened. ” I didn’t have any paper”, he said. So the next time you’re in Office Depot or Staples, think about that.