When my thorough search for the tape this morning left me empty handed in all the places where it should be, I found myself retracing my steps. I remember watching Noah bolt through the kitchen yesterday, smash something against the doorway then run away with a maniacal laugh. At the time, Sam and Madeline both fell down to the ground dramatically only to jump up and chase him out the back door. So now I'm thinking, what was that? Did it have tape on it? Off to his room and on Noah's book shelf I find an almost empty roll of red craft tape, a spy schedule, and a nicely taped up package of C-4 that he had thrown at his siblings. Hmmmmm.
Maybe he'll be a scientist. Maybe he'll be a scientist. Maybe he'll be scientist.
