Martin brings home large pieces of scrap paper from work. The paper comes in handy for all kinds of fun stuff. We use it on the floor for drawing, painting, gluing, play-doughing and generally getting messy. I’m not supposed to tell you this, because on the not-blank side there’s some moderately-incomprehensible top-secret pictures of things. We don’t spend much time looking at that side, tho. The blank side is much more interesting.

Quickly melting snow leaves large puddles in the lawn.

The children fill up cups,

carry them to the wheelbarrow,

then pour them in.

I saw the wagon at a garage sale, put the kids in, and said, “How much for the wagon?”

“Ten dollars,” said the woman.

As I paid, I heard another woman say to someone, “Are you done, then?”

I looked over. There was an old man standing next to her.

“Well,” he said, “I was thinking about the wagon.”

I could feel him watching as I pulled the kids out the garage, down the drive to the car.

I wish I’d bought some other things there, but I mostly only bought the wagon.

It was a good choice.

I still wonder what the old man was thinking as he looked at the wagon.