Last night, I made fortune tellers with Jacob. I mean, we called them cootie catchers when I was a kid, but whatevs. I forgot how much fun they are. Jacob got mad because I refused to choose “regular” colors, as he calls them:

I decided to take a non-traditional approach to the fortunes, too. I mean, if I’m going to make immature crafty things, I might as well be really immature about it, yeah?

Ahh, I forgot how fun it is to be 8.