I was productively working on the computer one day, when my two-year-old came streaking by me, a long skinny sheet of white paper trailing behind her. I thought, “Hmm. I don’t remember having any paper like that,” and went about my business. A moment later, it dawned on me where that paper had come from.I followed the trail of paper up the stairs to her bedroom, where my fearful suspicions were confirmed. She had taken a fresh roll of stamps from a drawer and had stuck them ALL, one on top of the other. I peeled as many off as I could, but for the most part, it was a bust.
I made a point to check in on her more often after that.