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.

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  1. I thought I was the only one. Next year, when it’s in Chicago, I think I’m just going to meet up with people I only know virtually and have dinner instead of shoving my way through the crowded sessions. And then go to the bookfair for free on Saturday. Way cheaper and probably just as interesting. Unless, of course, you are going to be there supporting your newly-published book !

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